"It's a poor ambition. And the militants want me."
"They haven't the monopoly of that."
Joyce smiled in spite of herself, and under her breath I caught the word "Cheek!"
"I'm pledged to them," she said aloud. "Possession's nine points of the law."
"I don't expect to hear you calling the law and the prophets in aid."
"It's a woman's privilege to make the best of both worlds," she answered, as Elsie carried her off to fetch their cloaks.
"There is only one world," I called out as she left me. "This is it. I am going to make the best of it."
"How?"
"By appropriating to myself whatever's worth having in it."
"How?" she repeated.