days--you've been here that long, I believe--think of your whole
life. The broader your mind and your life become, the less
certain you'll be what sort of person to-morrow will find you.
It seems to me--I know that, for myself, I'm determined to keep
the future clear. I'll never tie myself to the past."

"But there are some things one MUST anchor fast to." Pauline
was looking as if Scarborough were trying to turn her adrift in
an open boat on a lonely sea. "There are--friends. You
wouldn't desert your friends, would you?"

"I couldn't help it if they insisted on deserting me. I'd keep
them if their way was mine. If it wasn't--they'd give me up."

"But if you were--were--married?"

Scarborough became intensely self-conscious.

"Well--I don't know--that is----" He paused, went on: "I
shouldn't marry until I was sure--her way and mine were the
same."

"The right sort of woman makes her husband's way hers," said
she.

"Does she? I don't know much about women. But it has always
seemed to me that the kind of woman I'd admire would be one who
had her own ideals and ideas of life--and that--if--if she liked
me, it would be because we suited each other. You wouldn't want
to be--like those princesses that are brought up without any