"Would to God you did! What I meant was that in going I lose my
chance."

Betty looked at him and shook her head slowly.

"Yes!" he said. "Yes! Yes! I believe, I know that I could win you with
time. And now that the future looks dark I want you more than ever."

"Ah, I wish I could love you," she exclaimed fervently. "I have enough
of feminine insight to know that a woman is really happy only when she
is making a man happy, and that she is almost ready to bless the
troubles which give her the opportunity to console him."

She was looking straight down at Senator North as she spoke. Her voice
was impassioned as she finished, and she forgot the man at her side.
But he never had suspected that she loved another man. His face
flushed and he lowered his head eagerly.

"Betty!" he said, "Betty! Come to me and I swear to make you happy.
You don't know what love is. You need to be taught. Any man can make a
woman of feeling love him if he loves her enough and she has no
antipathy to him. And there is no reason under heaven why we should
not be happy together."

There was only one. Betty was convinced of that; and for the moment
the dull ache in her heart prompted her to wish that she never had
seen the man down there listening impassively to remarks on the
Immigration bill. She wanted to be happy, she was made to be happy,
and it was easy to imagine the most exacting woman deeply attached to