whom you just like. I don't see why, if you can find a man like you, you shouldn't be far happier together than you would be single. I don't see what law, human or Divine, prevents your marrying. You promise to love, honour, and obey—well, fifty people mean exactly fifty different things by love. Because A doesn't attach the same meaning to it as B, B has no right to say that A doesn't love. And perhaps your “ liking very much ” will do. But don't marry a man who loves you very much. John did.'
' Yes, John did,' said Sybil, and paused a moment. ' Then I think I shall go to America,' she said.
' America?' said Judy.
' Yes; Mrs. Palmer has asked me to go, and I think I shall accept.'
' Do you mean the steam-siren?' asked Judy.
' Yes, the steam-siren. You see, I like steam, go, energy, so much that I don't really mind about the siren.'
' She has the manners,' said Judy, ' of a barmaid, and the mind of a—a barmaid.'
' I know. But I don't mind. In fact—don't howl—I like her; she is extremely good-natured.'
Judy yawned.
' Dear Sybil, she is extremely rich.'
' Certainly. If she lived in a back fourth-floor flat in New York, I shouldn't go to stay with her. You see, I like rich people; I like the quality of riches just as you like the quality of generosity. By the way, you must be rather rich to be generous to any extent, so the two are really synonymous; I'm glad I thought of that. Anyhow, I am going to stay with her.'
Judy got up.
' You are going to stay with her in order to meet other people who are rich,' she said.
' Why not?' asked Sybil. ' Other things being equal,
