If you only knew how shallow you are!" "I've a competent valet," said Arkwright.

"And your idea of a wife seems to be a sort of sublimated valet--and nurse." "I can conceive of no greater dignity than to take care of a real man and his children," replied Craig.

"However, the dignity of the service depends upon the dignity of the person to whom it is rendered--and upon the dignity of the person who renders it." Arkwright examined Craig's face for signs that this was the biting sarcasm it would have seemed, coming from another.

But Craig was apparently merely making one of his familiar bumptious speeches.

The idea of a man of his humble origin proclaiming himself superior to an Arkwright of the Massachusetts Arkwrights! "No, I'd not marry your Miss Severence," Craig continued.