He was, the reader need scarcely be told, an almost wildly ambitious man, and a few months ago he would have said that there was nothing which was more to him than the expression of the power that was in him.

But there was something that was even more to him now, and if it could be imagined that he might some day be asked to choose between his ambition and Jenny, he could honestly have answered from his soul, "Give me Jenny." Whoever thinks this an easily natural answer to make, may know something about love, but evidently knows little about ambition.

Still, life seldom sets us such silly examination questions as that, and need one say that that question was never put to Jenny's lover?
He was far too proud of the woman he had made of that little measure of porcelain and that handful of stars..