I conclude it's the head." He puffed two or three rings of smoke into the clear air.
"You know where she's gone ?" he asked, suddenly.
"Morgana ?" "Yes." Lydia Herbert hesitated.
"I THINK I know," she replied at last--"But I'm not sure." "Well, I'M sure"-- said Gwent--"She's after the special quarry that has given her the slip,--Roger Seaton.

He went to California a month ago." "Then she's in California ?" "Certain!" Mr.Gwent took another puff at his cigar.
"You must have been in Washington when every one thought that he and she were going to make a matrimonial tie of it"-- he went on--"Why, nothing else was talked of!" She nodded.
"I know! I was there.

But a man who has set his soul on science doesn't want a wife." "And what about a woman who has set her soul in the same direction ?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, that's all popcorn! Morgana is not a scientist,--she's hardly a student.

She just 'imagines' she can do things.

But she can't." "Well! I'm not so sure!" and Gwent looked ruminative--"She's got a smart way of settling problems while the rest of us are talking about them." "To her own satisfaction only"-- said Miss Herbert, ironically,--"Certainly not to the satisfaction of anybody else! She talks the wildest nonsense about controlling the world! Imagine it! A world controlled by Morgana!" She gave an impatient little shake of her skirts.