Hugh put up his hand in stately imitation of his father.
"Please! There's no need of that."
"Oh, but there is, Hugh!"
"You see," Mr. Strangways reasoned, "it's more than a question of making money. We shall make money, of course; but that's only incidental. What I'm really asking Miss Adare to do is to help one of the most glorious causes to which mankind has ever given itself—"
I started toward him impulsively.
"Oh! Do you feel like that?"
"Not like that; that's all I feel. I live it! I've no other thought."
It was curious to see how the force of this all-absorbing topic swept Hugh away from the merely personal standpoint.
"And you call yourself an American?" he demanded, hotly.
"I call myself a man. I don't emphasize the American. This thing transcends what we call nationality."