yourself as you are. Perfectly. Isn't that true?"
He considered this, studying the end of a fresh cigar.
"I can't see," he said, "that I'm any worse than the general run."
"No. You don't see. You don't see anything that isn't business. You've gone through life like a rocket, with a good deal of noise and a lot of speed, and that's all."
"Well, there's no harm in a rocket," he said easily. "It gives people something to look at, and it's real pretty when it bursts."
Judy laughed helplessly.
"Perhaps if you'd do the same I might like you better. But at present you're so swollen with success that you're intolerable."
"Bully for you! That was straight from the shoulder."
"But what's the good of it? It goes in one ear and out the other. Well, here's something that will stick, perhaps. You met a Major Crosby at my grandmother's this afternoon."
"That his name? Quiet sorter fellow."
"Yes. I'm going to marry him."
She watched his face and saw that not a muscle of it changed.
"That so? I guessed there must be some one.
