"That's right. This is the Napoleon of cities. A city of colossal vices and colossal virtues. It is now devouring, one day it will begin to send back its best arterial blood into the nation. My metaphor is a bit questionable but that is due to my two minds concerning this salad—I alternately curse and bow down in wonder before this city. Its future is appalling to think of. In 1920 it will be the mightiest center of the English speaking race—thank you, I'll not take any more dressing—I envy you young people who come now when the worst of the fight against material greed is nearly over. We who have given twenty years of our lives—I beg your pardon. I don't know why I should moralize for your benefit—I meant to say I hope you have not come to Chicago to make your living."
"Why yes—I hope to—but my father gives me a little to live on till I find something to do."
"That's good. Then sit down and watch the city. It doesn't matter how humble your living place—sit above the city's tumult. Observe it, laugh at it but don't fight it—don't mix in the grind. Keep it in your brain, don't let it get into your blood."
Rose looked at him in wonder, his voice was so quiet and his words so vibrant with meaning.
"I never felt so drawn to a woman in my life," Isabel said to her betrothed. "I don't pretend to understand it. I just love her this minute."
"With due qualifications I can agree with you, my dear. She is very promising indeed."
"She has the power that compels. I wish she'd get hold of Mason." Isabel smiled wisely: "You see Mason is really listening to her now, and poor Etta is left alone. I wish Professor Roberts were here. He's such good fun for her. Before the evening's out every man in the house will be around that Wisconsin girl, and I don't blame 'em a bit."
A little later the maid announced Professor Roberts.
"Ah! bring him right in, Mary!"
A cheery voice was heard in the hallway.