Love isn't all." "It is, to _me_! Without it, marriage is only--" She shuddered.

"No, daddy; a thousand times better for me to be an old maid, and--and all that, than give myself to _him_!" Flint set his teeth hard together.
"Kate," said he, his voice like wire, "now hear what I have to say! I want you fully to understand the character and desirability of Maxim Waldron!" Then in a cold, analytic voice, carefully, point by point, he analyzed the suitor, told of his wealth and power, his connections and his prospects, his culture, travel, political influence and world-wide reputation.
"Furthermore," he added, while Kate listened with an expression as cold as her father's tone itself, "he is my partner.

We are allied, in business.

I hope we may be, too, in family.

This man is one that any woman in the world might be proud to call her husband--proud, and glad! Love flies away, in a few brief months or years.