“But if she drags him there, he travels the faster for it. Therefore the writer is wrong.”
“Cleverly turned,” he admitted. “But I fancy the Throne the writer speaks of is Success. It appears so from the context.”
“You said the writer probably spoke from experience. You admit that he has that, and has travelled fast and far to Success?”
“Decidedly so,” he agreed.
“Then I have you,” she cried, clapping her hands in triumph. “You know that he is married?”
“Yes,” said Steve, grinning at her. “But he travelled his fastest and farthest before he married. You must admit that.”
“I don’t. I don’t know enough of his work or current opinions of it.”
“You know that he made his name and his way to Success before he married?”
“I know you agree with him because it’s an excuse for your own possible wickedness. And I hope you’ll always be forced to travel alone and prove the truth or untruth of your theory.”
Steve dropped the bantering tone he had used throughout, and leaned forward to look hard at her.