"Well," airily, "that eliminates you, of course. But let me warn you, Douglas, that if Inez Rodman really loved a man and wanted to marry him, he'd have about as much chance as a coyote used to have when Sister was young enough to run them. Only, if Inez ever does love a man, she won't marry him. She'll keep herself a mystery to him. 'And forever would he love and she be fair.'"
"What's that you're quoting?" asked Douglas.
Judith, her eyes on the window through which shouldered the great flank of Dead Line Peak, repeated the immortal lines. When she had finished, Douglas sighed.
"It's very beautiful!" he said. "But life isn't a procession round a
Grecian Urn. It's hard riding from start to finish. And it's a poor
sport that won't accept that fact and ride according to the rules.
Marriage is one of the rules. I believe in it."
Judith walked slowly round the table and put a hand on either shoulder.
There was a baffling light in her splendid gray eyes as she said,
"Douglas, do you think for a minute that if I told you I loved you
madly, I couldn't persuade you not to marry me?"
Her touch was flame. Douglas drew a long, uncertain breath.
"If you said that you loved me madly, you could do almost anything with me, I suppose. The only thing that keeps me steady is believing that you don't love me."
Judith smiled curiously. Douglas lifted her hands from his shoulders. "Don't torture me, Jude," he said, his voice husky and his fingers uncertain, as he lighted a cigarette.
"I wouldn't torture you, any more than I'd torture myself," replied
Judith.
She leaned against the window-frame, looking out at the serenity of the mountain.