“What do you mean?”
“That when religious feelings take possession of a man he will stop at nothing to gain the end he has in view.”
“Rosa,” said Glory, flushing crimson, “if you imply that my friend is capable of one unworthy act or thought I must ask you to withdraw your words absolutely and at once!”
“Very well, dear. I was only thinking for your own good. We working women must not ruin our lives or let anybody else ruin them. 'Duty,' 'self-sacrifice'—I know the old formulas, but I don't believe in them. Obey your own heart, my dear, that is your first duty. A man like Storm would take you out of your real self, and stop your career, and——”
“Oh, my career, my career! I'm tired to death of hearing of it!”
“Glory!”
“And who knows? I may not go on with it, after all.”
“If you have lost your sense of duty to yourself, have you forgotten your duty to Mr. Drake? Think what Mr. Drake has done for you!”
“Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake! I'm sick of that too.”
“How strange you are to-night, Glory!”