"It isn't in her heart or she would have found somebody; it is what is in peoples' hearts that makes the difference! But when they keep the brain at work and forget they have any heart, as you two do—"
"It isn't Miss Prudence's brain that does her beautiful work. You ought to read some of the letters that she lets me read, and then you would see how much heart she has!"
"And you want to be just like her," he sighed, but the sigh was almost a groan.
Certainly, in some experiences he had outstripped Marjorie.
"Yes, I want to be like her," she answered deliberately.
"And study and go around and do good and never be married?" he questioned.
"I don't see the need of deciding that question to-day."
"I suppose not. You will when Hollis Rheid asks you to."
"Morris, you are not like yourself to-day, you are quarrelling with me, and we never quarrelled before."
"Because you are so unreasonable; you will not answer me anything."