"You mean he's all the more admirable because he hasn't plastered himself with veneer?"
Her white cheeks flushed. She was as nearly angry as he had ever seen her.
"I thought you'd never go back to that," she said. "Didn't I make it clear any mention of it in the first place was quite unnecessary?"
"I thought you had a reproof for me, Betty. You don't suppose I ever forget what I've had to do, what I still have to accomplish."
She half stretched out her hand.
"Why do you try to quarrel with me, George?"
"I wouldn't for the world," he denied, warmly.
"But you do. I told you once you were different. You shouldn't compare yourself with Mr. Blodgett or any one. What you set out for you always get."
He smiled a little. She was right, and he must never lose his sense of will, his confidence of success.
She started to speak, then hesitated. She wouldn't meet his glance.