CHAPTER XXIII
In Which Richard Rides Alone.
"Eve."
"Yes, Pip."
"Can't you see that if he cared Richard would do the thing that pleased you—that New York would be Paradise if you were in it?"
"Why shouldn't Crossroads be Paradise to me—with him?"
"It couldn't be."
"I am going to make it. I talked it over last night with Aunt Maude. She's an old dear. And I shall be the Lady of the Manor. If Dicky won't come to New York, I'll bring New York down to him."
"It can't be done. And it's going to fail."
"What is going to fail?"