"To-morrow--or next day." "Don't you think I'm right about it being humiliating for us to go back to Washington and live poorly ?" "Undoubtedly.

I've felt that from the beginning." "Then you agree with me ?" "Not altogether," said he.

And there was a quiet sternness in his smile, in his gentle tone, that increased her alarms.

"I've been hoping, rather," continued he, "that you'd take an interest in my career." "I do," cried she.
"Not in MY career," replied he, those powerful, hewn features of his sad and bitter.

"In your own--in a career in which I'd become as contemptible as the rest of the men you know--a poor thing like Grant Arkwright.