The Conflict [126]
sewing, house furnishing, marketing. You're ambitious for a show career--the sort Davy Hull--excuse me, Governor David Hull--is making so noisily. There's just the man for you. You ought to marry. Marry Hull.''
Jane was furiously angry. She did not dare show it; Charlton would merely laugh and walk away, and perhaps refuse to be friends with her. It exasperated her to the core, the narrow limitations of the power of money. She could, through the power of her money, do exactly as she pleased to and with everybody except the only kind of people she cared about dominating; these she was apparently the less potent with because of her money. It seemed to put them on their mettle and on their guard.
She swallowed her anger. ``Yes, I've got to get married,'' said she. ``And I don't know what to do about it.''
``Hull,'' said Charlton.
``Is that the best advice you can give?'' said she disdainfully.
``He needs you, and you need him. You like him-- don't you?''
``Very much.''
``Then--the thing's done. Davy isn't the man to fail to seize an opportunity so obviously to his advantage. Not that he hasn't a heart. He has a big one--does all sorts of gracious, patronizing, kind things--does no end of harm. But he'd no more let his emotions rule his life than--than--Victor Dorn--or I, for that matter.''
Jane colored; a pathetic sadness tinged the far-away expression of her eyes.
``No doubt he's half in love with you already. Most men are who know you. A kindly smile and he'll be kneeling.''
``I don't want David Hull,'' cried Jane. ``Ever since I can remember they've been at me to marry him. He bores me. He doesn't make me respect him. He never could control me--or teach me--or make me look up to him in any way. I don't want him, and I won't have him.''
``I'm afraid you've got to do it,'' said Charlton. ``You act as if you realized it and were struggling and screaming against manifest destiny like a child against a determined mother.''
Jane's eyes had a look of terror. ``You are joking,'' said she. ``But it frightens me, just the same.''
``I am not joking,'' replied he. ``I can hear the wedding bells--and so can you.''
``Don't!'' pleaded Jane. ``I've so much confidence in your insight that I can't bear to hear you saying such things even to tease me. . . . Why haven't you told me about these sanatoriums you want?''
``Because I've been hoping I could devise some way of getting them without the use of money. Did it ever occur to you that almost nothing that's been of real and permanent value to the world was built with money? The things that money has done have always been badly done.''
``Let me help you,'' said Jane earnestly. ``Give me something to do. Teach me how to do something. I am SO bored!--and so eager to have an occupation. I simply can't lead the life of my class.
``You want to be a lady patroness--a lady philanthropist,'' said Charlton, not greatly impressed by her despair. ``That's only another form of the life of your class--and a most offensive form.''
``Your own terms--your own terms, absolutely,'' cried Jane in desperation.
``No--marry Hull and go into upper and middle class politics. You'll be a lady senator or a lady ambassador or cabinet officer, at least.''
``I will not marry David Hull--or anybody, just yet,'' cried Jane. ``Why should I? I've still got ten years where there's a chance of my being able to attract some man who--attracts me. And after that I can buy as good a husband as any that offers now. Doctor Charlton, I'm in desperate, deadly earnest. And I ask you to help me.''
``My own terms?''
``I give you my word.''
``You'll have to give your money outright. No strings attached. No chance to be a philanthropist. Also, you'll have to work--have to educate yourself as I instruct you.''
``Yes--yes. Whatever you say.''
Charlton looked at her dubiously. ``I'm a fool to have anything to do with this,'' he said. ``You aren't in any way a suitable person--any more than I'm the sort of man you want
Jane was furiously angry. She did not dare show it; Charlton would merely laugh and walk away, and perhaps refuse to be friends with her. It exasperated her to the core, the narrow limitations of the power of money. She could, through the power of her money, do exactly as she pleased to and with everybody except the only kind of people she cared about dominating; these she was apparently the less potent with because of her money. It seemed to put them on their mettle and on their guard.
She swallowed her anger. ``Yes, I've got to get married,'' said she. ``And I don't know what to do about it.''
``Hull,'' said Charlton.
``Is that the best advice you can give?'' said she disdainfully.
``He needs you, and you need him. You like him-- don't you?''
``Very much.''
``Then--the thing's done. Davy isn't the man to fail to seize an opportunity so obviously to his advantage. Not that he hasn't a heart. He has a big one--does all sorts of gracious, patronizing, kind things--does no end of harm. But he'd no more let his emotions rule his life than--than--Victor Dorn--or I, for that matter.''
Jane colored; a pathetic sadness tinged the far-away expression of her eyes.
``No doubt he's half in love with you already. Most men are who know you. A kindly smile and he'll be kneeling.''
``I don't want David Hull,'' cried Jane. ``Ever since I can remember they've been at me to marry him. He bores me. He doesn't make me respect him. He never could control me--or teach me--or make me look up to him in any way. I don't want him, and I won't have him.''
``I'm afraid you've got to do it,'' said Charlton. ``You act as if you realized it and were struggling and screaming against manifest destiny like a child against a determined mother.''
Jane's eyes had a look of terror. ``You are joking,'' said she. ``But it frightens me, just the same.''
``I am not joking,'' replied he. ``I can hear the wedding bells--and so can you.''
``Don't!'' pleaded Jane. ``I've so much confidence in your insight that I can't bear to hear you saying such things even to tease me. . . . Why haven't you told me about these sanatoriums you want?''
``Because I've been hoping I could devise some way of getting them without the use of money. Did it ever occur to you that almost nothing that's been of real and permanent value to the world was built with money? The things that money has done have always been badly done.''
``Let me help you,'' said Jane earnestly. ``Give me something to do. Teach me how to do something. I am SO bored!--and so eager to have an occupation. I simply can't lead the life of my class.
``You want to be a lady patroness--a lady philanthropist,'' said Charlton, not greatly impressed by her despair. ``That's only another form of the life of your class--and a most offensive form.''
``Your own terms--your own terms, absolutely,'' cried Jane in desperation.
``No--marry Hull and go into upper and middle class politics. You'll be a lady senator or a lady ambassador or cabinet officer, at least.''
``I will not marry David Hull--or anybody, just yet,'' cried Jane. ``Why should I? I've still got ten years where there's a chance of my being able to attract some man who--attracts me. And after that I can buy as good a husband as any that offers now. Doctor Charlton, I'm in desperate, deadly earnest. And I ask you to help me.''
``My own terms?''
``I give you my word.''
``You'll have to give your money outright. No strings attached. No chance to be a philanthropist. Also, you'll have to work--have to educate yourself as I instruct you.''
``Yes--yes. Whatever you say.''
Charlton looked at her dubiously. ``I'm a fool to have anything to do with this,'' he said. ``You aren't in any way a suitable person--any more than I'm the sort of man you want