"Hope of what," said she disdainfully. "You don't mean that you'd marry a girl who was marrying you because she had to have food, clothing and shelter?"
"I'd marry the woman I loved. Then—I'd MAKE her love me. She simply couldn't help it."
Jane Hastings shuddered. "Thank heaven, I don't have to marry!" Her eyes flashed. "But I wouldn't, even if I were poor. I'd rather go to work. Why shouldn't a woman work, anyhow?"
"At what?" inquired Hull. "Except the men who do manual labor, there are precious few men who can make a living honestly and self-respectingly. It's fortunate the women can hold aloof and remain pure."
Jane laughed unpleasantly. "I'm not so sure that the women who live with men just for shelter are pure," said she.
"Jen," the young man burst out, "you're ambitious—aren't you?"
"Rather," replied she.
"And you like the sort of thing I'm trying to do—like it and approve of it?"
"I believe a man ought to succeed—get to the top."
"So do I—if he can do it honorably."