Chapter 5 No.5

They talked for a matter of a half-hour in the fashion aforetime

recorded--not very wise nor witty talk, if you will, but very pleasant

to make. There were many pauses. There was much laughter over nothing

in particular. There were any number of sentences ambitiously begun

that ended nowhere. Altogether, it was just the sort of talk for a man

and a maid.

Yet some twenty minutes later, Mr. Woods, preparing for luncheon in

the privacy of his chamber, gave a sudden exclamation. Then he sat

down and rumpled his hair thoroughly.

"Good Lord!" he groaned; "I'd forgotten all about that damned money!

Oh, you ass!--you abject ass! Why, she's one of the richest women in

America, and you're only a fifth-rate painter with a paltry thousand

or so a year! You marry her!--why, I dare say she's refused a

hundred better men than you! She'd think you were mad! Why, she'd

think you were after her money! She--oh, she'd only think you a

precious cheeky ass, she would, and she'd be quite right. You are an

ass, Billy Woods! You ought to be locked up in some nice quiet stable,

where your heehawing wouldn't disturb people. You need a keeper, you

do!"

He sat for some ten minutes, aghast. Afterward he rose and threw back

his shoulders and drew a deep breath.

"No, we aren't an ass," he addressed his reflection in the mirror, as

he carefully knotted his tie. "We're only a poor chuckle-headed moth

who's been looking at a star too long. It's a bright star, Billy, but

it isn't for you. So we're going to be sensible now. We're going to

get a telegram to-morrow that will call us away from Selwoode. We

aren't coming back any more, either. We're simply going to continue

painting fifth-rate pictures, and hoping that some day she'll find the

right man and be very, very happy."

Nevertheless, he decided that a blue tie would look better, and was

very particular in arranging it.

At the same moment Margaret stood before her mirror and tidied her

hair for luncheon and assured her image in the glass that she was a

weak-minded fool. She pointed out to herself the undeniable fact that

Billy, having formerly refused to marry her--oh, ignominy!--seemed

pleasant-spoken enough, now that she had become an heiress. His

refusal to accept part of her fortune was a very flimsy device; it

simply meant he hoped to get all of it. Oh, he did, did he!

Margaret powdered her nose viciously.

She saw through him! His honest bearing she very plainly perceived

to be the result of consummate hypocrisy. In his laughter her keen ear

detected a hollow ring; and his courteous manner she found, at bottom,

mere servility. And finally she demonstrated--to her own satisfaction,

at least--that his charm of manner was of exactly the, same sort that

had been possessed by many other eminently distinguished criminals.

How did she do this? My dear sir, you had best inquire of your mother

or your sister or your wife, or any other lady that your fancy

dictates. They know. I am sure I don't.

And after it all--

"Oh, dear, dear!" said Margaret; "I do wish he didn't have such nice

eyes!"