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n of will and then make them irresistible instruments。 〃What is your dream？happiness？ 。 。 。 love？〃
She gazed past him with swimming eyes； with a glance that seemed like a brave bright bird exploring infinity。 〃Yes；〃 she said under her breath。 〃But it could nevernever come true。 It's too perfect。〃
〃Don't doubt；〃 he said； in a tone that fitted her mood as the rhythm of the cradle fits the gentle breathing of the sleeping child。 〃Don't ever doubt。 And the dream will come true。〃
〃You have been in love？〃 she said； under the spell of his look and tone。
He nodded slowly。 〃I am；〃 he replied； and he was under the spell of her beauty。
〃Is itwonderful？〃
〃Like nothing else on earth。 Everything else seems poor and cheapbeside it。〃
He drew a step nearer。 〃But you couldn't love not yet；〃 he said。 〃You haven't had the experience。 You will have to learn。〃
〃You don't know me；〃 she cried。 〃I have been teaching myself ever since I was a little girl。 I've thought of nothing else most of the time。 Oh〃 she clasped her white hands against her small bosom〃if I ever have the chance； how much I shall give！〃
〃I know it！ I know it！〃 he replied。 〃You will make some man happier than ever man was before。〃 His infatuation did not blind him to the fact that she cared nothing about him； looked on him in the most unpersonal way。 But that knowledge seemed only to inflame him the more； to lash him on to the folly of an ill…timed declaration。 〃I have felt how much you will givehow much you will loveI've felt it from the second time I saw youperhaps from the first。 I've never seen any woman who interested me as you do who drew me as you doagainst my ambitionagainst my will。 II〃
He had been fighting against the words that would come in spite of him。 He halted now because the food of emotion suffocated speech。 He stood before her； ghastly pale and trembling。 She did not draw back。 She seemed compelled by his will； by the force of his passion； to stay where she was。 But in her eyes was a fascinated terrora fear of himof the passion that dominated him； a passion like the devils that made men gash themselves and leap from precipices into the sea。 To unaccustomed eyes the first sight of passion is always terrifying and is usually repellent。 One must learn to adventure the big wave； the great hissing； towering billow that conceals behind its menace the wild rapture of infinite longing realized。
〃I have frightened you？〃 he said。
〃Yes；〃 was her whispered reply。
〃But it is your dream come true。〃
She shrank backnot in aversion； but gently。 〃No it isn't my dream；〃 she replied。
〃You don't realize it yet； but you will。〃
She shook her head positively。 〃I couldn't ever think of you in that way。〃
He did not need to ask why。 She had already explained when they were talking of Tetlow。 There was a finality in her tone that filled him with despair。 It was his turn to look at her in terror。 What power this slim delicate girl had over him！ What a price she could exact if she but knew！ Knew？ Why； he had told herwas telling her in look and tone and gesture was giving himself frankly into captivitywas prostrate； inviting her to trample。 His only hope of escape lay in her inexperiencethat she would not realize。 In the insanities of passion； as in some other forms of dementia； there is always left a streak of reasonof that craft which leads us to try to get what we want as cheaply as possible。 Men； all but beside themselves with love； will bargain over the terms； if they be of the bargaining kind by nature。 Norman was not a haggler。 But common prudence was telling him how unwise his conduct was； how he was inviting the defeat of his own purposes。
He waved his hand impatiently。 〃We'll see； my dear；〃 he said with a light good…humored laugh。 〃I mustn't forget that I came to see your father。〃
She looked at him doubtfully。 She did not understand did not quite likethis abrupt change of mood。 It suggested to her simplicity a lack of seriousness； of sincerity。 〃Do you really wish to see my father？〃 she inquired。
〃Why else should I come away over to Jersey City？ Couldn't I have talked with you at the office？〃
This seemed convincing。 She continued to study his face for light upon the real character of this strange new sort of man。 He regarded her with a friendly humorous twinkle in his eyes。 〃Then I'll take you to him；〃 she said at length。 She was by no means satisfied； but she could not discover why she was dissatisfied。
〃I can't possibly do you any harm；〃 he urged； with raillery。
〃No； I think not；〃 replied she gravely。 〃But you mustn't say those things！〃
〃Why not？〃 Into his eyes came their strongest； most penetrating look。 〃I want you。 And I don't intend to give you up。 It isn't my habit to give up。 So； sooner or later I get what I go after。〃
〃You make meafraid；〃 she said nervously。
〃Of what？〃 laughed he。 〃Not of me； certainly。 Then it must be of yourself。 You are afraid you will end by wanting me to want you。〃
〃Nonot that；〃 declared she； confused by his quick cleverness of speech。 〃I don't know what I'm afraid of。〃
〃Then let's go to your father。 。 。 。 You'll not tell Tetlow what I've said？〃
〃No。〃 And once more her simple negation gave him a sense of her absolute truthfulness。
〃Or that I've been here？〃
She looked astonished。 〃Why not？〃
〃Ohoffice reasons。 It wouldn't do for the others to know。〃
She reflected on this。 〃I don't understand；〃 was the result of her thinking。 〃But I'll do as you ask。 Only； you must not come again。〃
〃Why not？ If they knew at the office； they'd simply talkunpleasantly。〃
〃Yes；〃 she admitted hesitatingly after reflecting。 〃So you mustn't come again。 I don't like some kinds of secrets。〃
〃But your father will know；〃 he urged。 〃Isn't that enough forfor propriety？〃
〃I can't explain。 I don't understand； myself。 I do a lot of things by instinct。〃 She； standing with her hands behind her back and with clear； childlike eyes gravely upon him； looked puzzled but resolved。 〃And my instinct tells me not to do anything secret about you。〃
This answer made him wonder whether after all he might not be too positive in his derisive disbelief in women's instincts。 He laughed。 〃Wellnow for your father。〃
The workshop proved to be an annex to the rear； reached by a passage leading past a cosy little dining room and a kitchen where the order and the shine of cleanness were notable even to masculine eyes。 〃You are well taken care of；〃 he said to hershe was preceding him to show the way。
〃We take care of ourselves；〃 replied she。 〃I get breakfast before I leave and supper after I come home。 Father has a cold lunch in the middle of the day； when he eats at allwhich isn't often。 And on Saturday afternoons and Sundays I do the heavy work。〃
〃You ARE a busy lady！〃
〃Oh； not so very busy。 Father is a crank about system and order。 He has taught me to plan everything and work by the plans。〃
For the first time Norman had a glimmer of real interest in meeting her father。 For in those remarks of hers he recognized at once the rare superior man the man who works by plan； where the masses of mankind either drift helplessly or are propelled by some superior force behind them without which they would be； not the civilized beings they seem； but even as the savage in the dugout or as the beast of the field。 The girl opened a door； a bright light streamed into the dim hallway。
〃Father！〃 she called。 〃Here's Mr。 Norman。〃
Norman saw； beyond the exquisite profile of the girl's head and figure； a lean tallish old man； dark and gray； whose expression proclaimed him at first glance no more in touch with the affairs of active life in the world than had he been an inhabitant of Mars。
Mr。 Hallowell gave his caller a polite glance and handshakeevidence of merest surface interest in him； of amiable patience with an intruder。 Norman saw in the neatness of his clothing and linen further proof of the girl's loving care。 For no such abstracted personality as this would ever bother about such things for himself。 These details； however； detained Norman only for a moment。 In the presence of Hallowell it was impossible not to concentrate upon him。
As we grow older what we are inside； the kind of thoughts we admit as our intimates； appears ever more strongly in the countenance。 This had often struck Norman； observing the men of importance about him； noting how as they aged the look of respectability； of intellectual distinction； became a thinner and ever thinner veneer over the selfishness and greediness； the vanity and sensuality and falsehood。 But never before had he been so deeply impressed by its truth。 Evidently Hallowell during most of his fifty…five or sixty years had lived the purely intellectual life。 The result was a look of spiritual beauty； the look of the soul living in the high mountain； with serenity and vast views constantly before it。 Such a face fills with awe the ordinary follower of the petty life of the world if he have the brains to know or to suspect the ultimate truth about existence。 It filled Norman with awe。 He hastily turned his eyes upon the girland once more into his face came the resolute； intense； whit