himself, with Joshua. "As soon as I saw him in your presence, I
knew it wouldn't do. It'd be giving a piece of rare, delicate
porcelain to a grizzly as a plaything."

He was surprised at himself. Now that he was face to face with a
possibility of her adopting his own proposition, he disliked it
intensely. He looked at her; never had she seemed so alluring, so
representative of what he called distinction. At the very idea of
such refinement at the mercy of the coarse and boisterous Craig,
his blood boiled. "Josh is a fine, splendid chap, as a man among
men," said he to himself." But to marry this dainty aristocrat to
him--it'd be a damned disgraceful outrage. He's not fit to marry
among OUR women.... What a pity such a stunning girl shouldn't
have the accessories to make her eligible." And he hastily turned
his longing eyes away, lest she should see and attach too much
importance to a mere longing--for, he felt it would be a pitiful
weakness, a betrayal of opportunity, for him to marry, in a mood
of passion that passes, a woman who was merely well born, when he
had the right to demand both birth and wealth in his wife.

"I've often thought," pursued Margaret, "that to be loved by a man
of the Craig sort would be--interesting."

"While being loved by one of your own sort would be dull?"
suggested Arkwright with a strained smile.

Margaret shrugged her bare white shoulders in an inflammatory
assent. "Will you go with me to the Supreme Court on Tuesday?"

"Delighted," said Arkwright. And he did not realize that the deep-