Some romantic notion or other was working in her! And again he looked at Courtier.

A Quixotic type--the sort that rode slap-bang at everything! All very well--but not for Babs! She was not like the glorious Garibaldi's glorious Anita! It was truly characteristic of Lord Dennis--and indeed of other people--that to him champions of Liberty when dead were far dearer than champions of Liberty when living.

Yes, Babs would want more, or was it less, than just a life of sleeping under the stars for the man she loved, and the cause he fought for.

She would want pleasure, and, not too much effort, and presently a little power; not the uncomfortable after-fame of a woman who went through fire, but the fame and power of beauty, and Society prestige.

This, fancy of hers, if it were a fancy, could be nothing but the romanticism of a young girl.