And a man only does that so long,
and no longer. Perhaps right now you don't feel as I do, but I can
teach you to feel that way. I can give you everything--money, social
position, everything that's worth having--and love. I'm not an
empty-headed boy. I can make you love me."
"You couldn't," Hazel answered flatly. There was a note of dominance
in that last statement that jarred on her. Mr. Bush was too sure of
his powers. "And I have no desire to experiment with my feelings as
you suggest--not for all the wealth and social position in the world.
I would have to love a man to think of marrying him--and I do. But you
aren't the man. I appreciate the compliment of your offer, and I'm
sorry to hurt you, but I can't marry you."
He released her hand. Miss Weir found herself suddenly shaky. Not
that she was afraid, or had any cause for fear, but the nervous tension
somehow relaxed when she finished speaking so frankly.
His face clouded. "You are engaged?"
"Yes."
He got up and stood over her. "To some self-centered cub--some puny
egotist in his twenties, who'll make you a slave to his needs and
whims, and discard you for another woman when you've worn out your
youth and beauty," he cried.
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