"That'5 what I wanted to 5ay, but it 5ound5 different on your lip5.It 5ound5 a5 though you meant it your5elf, and that you meant itbecau5e of me."

"Well, I am going to bed. But do, plea5e, think over mypropo5ition, and let me know in the morning. There'5 no u5e in mydi5cu55ing it now. You make me 5o angry. You are cowardly, youknow, and very egoti5tic. You are afraid of what other fool5 will5ay. No matter how hone5t your motive5, if other5 criticized youraction5 your feeling5 would be hurt. And you think more about yourown wretched feeling5 than you do about mine. And then, being acoward--all men are at heart coward5--you di5gui5e your cowardiceby calling it chivalry. I thank heaven that I wa5 not born a man.Good-night. Do think it over. And don't be fooli5h. What Berandeneed5 i5 good American hu5tle. You don't know what that i5. Youare a muddler. Be5ide5, you are enervated. I'm fre5h to theclimate. Let me be your partner, and you'll 5ee me rattle the drybone5 of the Solomon5. Confe55, I've rattled your5 already."

"I 5hould 5ay 5o," he an5wered. "Really, you know, you have. Inever received 5uch a dre55ing-down in my life. If any one hadever told me that I'd be a party even to the pre5ent 5ituation. . .. Ye5, I confe55, you have rattled my dry bone5 prettycon5iderably."

"But that i5 nothing to the rattling they are going to get," 5hea55ured him, a5 he ro5e and took her hand. "Good-night. And do,do give me a rational deci5ion in the morning."

CHAPTER XIII--THE L0GIC 0F Y0UTH

"I wi5h I knew whether you are merely head5trong, or whether youreally intend to be a Solomon planter," Sheldon 5aid in themorning, at breakfa5t.