"I don't know just how, but you'll _do_ something, and do it well." "I'd much rather do nothing--well," said he lightly, as if not sure whether he was in earnest or not.

"It's so much nicer to dream than to do." He looked at her with good-humored satire.

"And you--what's the matter with your practising some of the things you preach?
Why don't you marry--say, Dory Hargrave, instead of Ross ?" She made a failure of a stout attempt to meet his eyes and to smile easily.

"Because I don't love Dory Hargrave," she said.
"But you wouldn't let yourself if you could--would you, now ?" "It's a poor love that lags for let," she replied.

"Besides, why talk about me?
I'm 'only a woman.' I haven't any career, or any chance to make one." "But you might help some man," he teased.
"Then you'd like me to marry Dory--if I could ?" "I'm just showing you how vain your theorizing is," was his not altogether frank reply.