"Still he led it. What does the editor of Metropolis lead?"
"Public opinion, dear. He has—although you mightn't think it—considerable power."
Lucia was silent.
"He can make—or kill—a reputation in twenty-four hours."
"Does that satisfy your ambition?"
"Yes. It satisfies my ambition. But it doesn't satisfy me."
"I was afraid it didn't."
"You needn't be afraid, dear; for you know perfectly well what would."
"Do I know? Do you know yourself, Horace?"
"Yes, Lucia," he said gently; "after ten years. You may not be proud of your cousin—"