"And," said he, in explanation of his laughter, "I thought you married me because I had political prospects.

I fancied you had real ambition....

I might have known! According to the people of your set, to be in that set is to have achieved the summit of earthly ambition--to dress, to roll about in carriages, to go from one fussy house to another, from one showy entertainment to another, to eat stupid dinners, and caper or match picture cards afterward, to grin and chatter, to do nothing useful or even interesting--" He laughed again, one of his old-time, boisterous outbursts.

But it seemed to her to fit in, to be the laughter of mountain and forest and infinity of space at her and her silly friends.
"And you picture ME taking permanent part in that show, or toiling to find you the money to do it with.

ME!...