You have the looks."

"But I'm not engaged to a multimillionaire."

"It seems queer, when I think of it," Lilas mused. "Jarvis is one
of the richest men in New York, and he made his money out of the
steel business--the business into which I was born. Have you ever
been through a mill?"

"No."

"It's wonderful, terrible. I can smell the hot slag, the scorching
cinders, the smoke, to this day. Some nights I wake up--screaming,
it's so vivid. I see the glare of the furnaces, the belching
flames, the showers of sparks from the converters, the streams of
white-hot metal, and they seem to pour over me. I have the same
dream always; I've had it ever since the night after my father was
killed."

"You told me he was killed in a steel-mill."

"Yes, before my eyes. I saw it." Lilas shuddered. "I was a little
girl then, but I've never forgotten. We were poor, dreadfully
poor, like all the Jews--Oh yes; didn't you know I'm a Jew?"

"Then 'Lilas Lynn'--?"

"Stage name. It's really Lily Levinski. We were Polish. I was
dragged up, along with the other workmen's children, in the soot
and grime of the Pennsylvania mills. We never saw anything green;