Her eyes were flashing, and in her cheeks were two spots of color.

"Culture is the end in itself." "But that is not what Martin wants." "How do you know ?" "What do you want, Martin ?" Olney demanded, turning squarely upon him.
Martin felt very uncomfortable, and looked entreaty at Ruth.
"Yes, what do you want ?" Ruth asked.

"That will settle it." "Yes, of course, I want culture," Martin faltered.

"I love beauty, and culture will give me a finer and keener appreciation of beauty." She nodded her head and looked triumph.
"Rot, and you know it," was Olney's comment.

"Martin's after career, not culture.