“You’re not convinced. The magnetism of a woman’s sex is calling. You’re a poltroon to surrender your principles to such a force. In her soul a true woman would despise you for it.”
She saw his hesitation and leaned closer, holding him with her luminous eyes.
“Come now, in your heart of hearts you know that I am your equal?”
Something in the tones of her voice broke the spell—just a trace of the platform intonation and the faintest suggestion of the politician. The voice within again spoke. There was another reason why he should be true to his sense of right. He owed it to this woman who had moved him so profoundly. He must be true to the noblest and best that was in him.
He met her gaze in silence for a moment and spoke with quiet emphasis.
“If I followed my personal inclinations, Miss Holland, I would agree to anything you ask. You’re too downright, too honest and earnest to wish or value such a shallow victory—am I not right?”
The faintest tinge of red colored Virginia’s cheeks.
“Of course,” she answered slowly, “I wish the help of the best that’s in you or nothing—”
“Good! I felt that instinctively. I could fence and hedge and trim with the ordinary politician. With all respect to your pretensions, you’re not a politician at all. You’re just a charming, beautiful woman entering a field for which God never endowed you either physically, temperamentally or morally—”
Virginia frowned and lifted her head with a little gesture of contempt.