pretend to hope that ninety representative Americans are Beau
Brummels, but there must be a respectable minority of gentlemen--
whether self-made or not I don't care. I am going to make a deliberate
attempt to know that minority, and shall call on Lady Mary Montgomery
this afternoon as the first step. So you are resigned, are you not,
Molly dear?"

"No, I am not! But what can I do? I have spoiled you, and you would be
just the same if I hadn't. You are more like the men of the family
than the women--they always would have their own way. Are they all
married?" she added anxiously.

"Do you mean the ninety Senators and the three hundred and fifty-six
Representatives? I am sure I do not know. Don't let that worry you. It
is my mind that is on the _qui vive_, not my heart."

"You'll hear some old fool make a Websterian speech full of periods
and rhetoric, and you'll straight-way imagine yourself in love with
him. Your head will be your worst enemy when you do fall in love."

"Webster is the greatest master of style this country has produced. I
should hate a man who used either 'periods' or rhetoric. I am the
concentrated essence of modernism and have no use for 'oratory' or
'eloquence.' Some of the little speeches in the Record are
masterpieces of brevity and pure English, particularly Senator
North's."

"You _are_ modern. If we had a Clay, I could understand you--I am
too exhausted to discuss the matter further; you _must_ drop it
for the present. What will Jack Emory say?"