“Yes,” said Vane; “I’m going to look for pulping timber.”
“But why do you want pulping timber?”
“It can sometimes be converted into dollars.”
“Isn’t there every prospect of your obtaining a good many already? Are you never satisfied?”
“I suppose I’m open to take as many as I can get,” Vane answered with an air of humorous consideration. “The reason probably is that I’ve had very few until lately. Still, I don’t think it’s altogether the dollars that are driving me.”
“If it’s the restlessness you once spoke of, you ought to put a check on it and try to be content. There’s danger in the longing to be always going on.”
“It’s a common idea that a small hazard gives a thing an interest.”
Jessie shot a swift glance at him, and she had, as he noticed, expressive eyes.
“Be careful!” she said. “After all, it’s wiser to keep within safe limits, and not climb over too many fences.” She hesitated, and her voice grew softer. “You have friends who would be sorry if you got hurt.”
The man was a little stirred; she was alluring physically, while something in her voice had its effect on him. Evelyn, however, still occupied his thoughts, and he smiled at his companion.