Kate looked at George Holt long and with intense interest, while her mind was busy with new thoughts.

On her pillow that night she decided that if she were a man, driven by a desire to heal the suffering of the world, she would be the man who took the long exhaustive course of training that enabled him to deal with accidents, contagions, and germ developments.
He looked at her with keen appreciation of her physical freshness and mental strength, and manoeuvred patiently toward the point where he would dare ask blankly how many there were in her family, and on exactly how many acres her father paid tax.

He decided it would not do for at least a week yet; possibly he could raise the subject casually with someone down town who would know, so that he need never ask her at all.

Whatever the answer might be, it was definitely settled in his own mind that Kate was the best chance he had ever had, or probably ever would have.

He mapped out his campaign.