dBooks desire

``You are laughing at me. Why?'' inquired
he.
``I was reading your thoughts.''
``You think you've frightened me?''
``Naturally. Isn't a confession such as I made
enough to frighten a man? It sounded as though I
were getting ready to ask alms.''
``So it did,'' said he. ``But I wasn't thinking of it
in that way. You WILL be in a frightful fix pretty soon,
won't you?''
``It looks that way. But you need not be uneasy.''
``Oh, I want to help you. I'll do everything I can.
I was trying to think of something you could make
money at. I was thinking of the stage, but I suppose
you'd balk at that. I'll admit it isn't the life for a
lady. But the same thing's true of whatever money
can be made at. If I were you, I'd go back.''
``If I were myself, I'd go back,'' said Mildred.
``But I'm not myself.''
``You will be again, as soon as you face the situation.''
``No,'' said she slowly, ``no, I shall never be myself
again.''
``But you could have everything a woman wants.
Except, of course--perhaps-- But you never struck
me as being especially sentimental.


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