Let us walk on."
"So you are trying to make a career?" she asked after a few minutes'
silence.
"Yes--trying--or, rather, I was. And shall again when you have gone your
way and I mine."
Marian was amazed at herself. Every tradition, every instinct of her life
was being trampled by this unknown whom she had just met. And she was
assisting in the trampling. In fact it was difficult for her to restrain
herself from leading in the iconoclasm. She looked at him in wonder and
delighted terror.
"Why do you look at me in that way?" he said, turning his head suddenly.
"Because you are stronger than I--and I am afraid--yet I--well--I like it."
"It is not I that is stronger than you, nor you that are stronger than I.
It is a third that is stronger than both of us. I need not mention the
gentleman's name?"
"It is not necessary. But I'd like to hear you pronounce it. At least I did
a moment ago."
"I'll not risk repetition. I've been thinking of what might have been."
"What?" Marian laughed a little, rather satirically. "A commonplace
engagement and a commonplace wedding and a commonplace honeymoon leading
into a land of commonplace disillusion and yawning--or worse?"
"Not unlikely. But since we're only dreaming why not dream more to our
taste? Now as I look at your strong, clear, ambitious profile, I can dream
of a career made by two working as one, working cheerfully day in and day
out, fair and foul weather, working with the certainty of success as the
crown.
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