"No, I believe I'd like New York better. I've a great many friends
there. While there isn't such a variety of people, the really nice
New Yorkers are the most attractive people in America. And one can
live so well in New York."

"I'd sink into a forgotten obscurity," pursued the crafty Joshua.
"I'd be nothing but a corporation lawyer, a well-paid fetch-and-
carry for the rich thieves that huddle together there."

"Oh, you'd be famous wherever you are, I'm sure," replied she with
judicious enthusiasm. "Besides, you'd have fame with the real
people."

His head reared significantly. But, to draw her on, he said:
"That's true. That's true," as if reflecting favorably.

"Yes, I think I'd like New York," continued she, all unsuspicious.
"I don't care much for politics. I hate to think of a man of your
abilities at the mercy of the mob. In New York you could make a
really great career."

"Get rich--be right in the social swim--and you too," suggested
he.

"It certainly is very satisfactory to feel one is of the best
people. And I'm sure you'd not care to have me mix up with all
sorts, as politicians' wives have to do."

He laughed at her--the loud, coarse Josh Craig outburst. "You're
stark mad on the subject of class distinctions, aren't you?" said