"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-hidden source of his enthusiasm was a belief that Josh Craig would make an ass of himself..