Said he:
``The auto's waiting. Come on.''
She vacillated, yielded, began to put on the wraps
Stanley was collecting for her. It was a big touring-
car, and they sat two and two, with the chauffeur alone.
Keith was beside Mildred. When they were under way,
she said:
``Why did you stop me? Perhaps I'll never have
the courage again.''
``Courage for what?'' asked he.
``To take your advice, and break off.''
``MY advice?''
``Yes, your advice.''
``You have to clutch at and cling to somebody, don't
you? You can't bear the idea of standing up by your
own strength.''
``You think I'm trying to fasten to you?'' she said,
with an angry laugh.
``I know it. You admitted it. You are not satisfied
with the way things are going. You have doubts about
your career. You shrink from your only comfortable
alternative, if the career winks out. You ask me my
opinion about yourself and about careers. I give it.
Now, I find you asked only that you might have someone
to lean on, to accuse of having got you into a
mess, if doing what you think you ought to do turns out
as badly as you fear.
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