The "cultiwation of the indiwidool" had driven it into them, taught them the deification of self, forced them to consider their own importance above anything else in the world.
And it was of that importance that Geraldine was now thinking as she sat on the edge of her bed, darkly considering these new problems that chance was laying before her one by one.
If Scott was going to be unhappy without Kathleen, it followed, as a matter of course, that he must have Kathleen.

The chances Kathleen might take, what she might have to endure of the world's malice and gossip and criticism, never entered Geraldine's mind at all.
"If he is in love with you," she repeated, "it settles it, I think.

What else is there to do but marry him ?" Kathleen shook her head.

"I shall do what is best for him--whatever that may be." "You won't make him unhappy, I suppose ?" inquired Geraldine, astonished.
"Dear, a woman may be truer to the man she loves--and kinder--by refusing him.

Is not that what _you_ have done--for Duane's sake ?" Geraldine sprang to her feet, face white, mouth distorted with anger: "I made a god of Duane!" she broke out breathlessly.