Merely because I've been, for a moment, somewhat bedazzled by its cheap glitter." Margaret felt that he had torn off the mask and had revealed his true self.

But greater than her interest in this new personality was her anger at having been deceived--self-deceived.

"You asked me how I'd like to live," cried she, color high and eyes filled with tears of rage.

"I answered your question, and you grow insulting." "I'm doing the best I know how," said he.
After a moment she got herself under control.

"Then," asked she, "what have you to propose ?" "I can't tell you just now," replied he, and his manner was most disquieting.