funicular up the mountain and having a first-class hotel on the top. I couldn't speak. Coming to earth with such a bump as that was too much for me. He mistook my silence for something else, and when I saw him take off his hat and remove his cigar from his mouth, I knew what was coming. I'm afraid I was rather ruthless. If he hadn't called me 'little girl' I might have been kinder. At any rate I fled back to Stephen who couldn't climb the hill leading to the town; and left Mr. Colebridge gazing into space. Probably planning where the funicular should go. No, that's unfair. Anyhow, I left him, and when he joined us he was silent for once. I do like him, but marry him—oh, no, no! He has made me fall in love with all modest, shy men. With all poor, unlucky men. With any one, in fact, who is sensitive and perceptive.
"Success isn't attractive in itself. It has to be offset by other attributes. It can't be good for any one to own as many things as Mr. Colebridge owns. A railroad, endless shares in companies, factories, businesses, even theaters—no, he isn't a Jew. He's terrific. I should be just a thing to hang clothes on. He doesn't know anything about me. I don't believe he knows what color my eyes are.
