..that was the trouble. He was not individual enough to hold
her. Life had been too kind to him. Save for this unsatisfied passion he
was perfectly content with life. Such men do not "live." They may have
charm, but not fascination....Perhaps it was as well after all that she
had married Mortimer. Another man might not have been so easily disposed
of.
"Jimmie dear, if it were a question of a few months, and I made a cult of
men as some women do, it would be all right. But marry another man that I
am not sure--that I know I don't want to spend my life with. Oh, no."
He looked somewhat scandalized. Like many American men he was even more
conventional than most women are; he was, moreover, a man's man, spending
most of his leisure in their society, either at the club or in out-of-door
sports, and he divided women rigidly into two classes. Alexina was his
first love and his last; and as he went over the top and crumpled up he
thought of her.
"I wouldn't have a rotten affair with you. You're not made for that sort of
thing--"
"Well, you're not going to have one, so don't bother to buckle on your
armor." She relented as she looked into his miserable eyes, and took his
hand impulsively. "I'm sorry...sorry....I wish...you are worth it...but
it's not on the map."
CHAPTER XVIII
I
Gora's novel was published in February. Aileen Lawton, Sibyl Bascom, Alice
Thorndyke, Polly Roberts, and Janet Maynard organized a campaign to make it
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