And, as for the world--" He slowly shook his head again: "We could make our own friends and our own way--if she would only consent to do it.

But she never will." "Do you mean to say she will not marry you if you ask her ?" began Lily incredulously.
"Absolutely." "Why ?" "For your sakes--yours, and mother's, and father's--and for mine." There was a long silence, then Lily said unsteadily: "There--there seems to be a certain--nobility--about her....

It is a pity--a tragedy--that she is what she is!" "It is a tragedy that the world is what it is," he said.

"Good night." * * * * * His father sent for him in the morning; Louis found him reading the _Tribune_ in his room and sipping a bowl of hot milk and toast.
[Illustration: "'What have you been saying to your mother ?' he asked."] "What have you been saying to your mother ?" he asked, looking up through his gold-rimmed spectacles and munching toast.
"Has she not told you, father ?" "Yes, she has....

I think you had better make a trip around the world." "That would not alter matters." "I differ with you," observed his father, leisurely employing his napkin.
"There is no use considering it," said his son patiently.
"Then what do you propose to do ?" "There is nothing to do." "By that somewhat indefinite expression I suppose that you intend to pursue a waiting policy ?" "A waiting policy ?" His son laughed, mirthlessly.