“Why be prejudiced about me?” he protested. “Believe me, I am not a frivolous person. I, too, think of life and its problems. You yourself are an aristocrat. Why should not I as well as you have sympathy and feeling for those who suffer?”
“I am a Russian,” she reminded him, “and in Russia it is different. Besides, I am no longer an aristocrat. I am a citizeness of the world. I have eschewed everything in life except one thing, and for that I have worked with all my heart and strength. As for you, what have you done? What is your record?”
“Insignificant, I fear,” he admitted. “You see, a very promising start at the Bar was somewhat interfered with by my brief period of soldiering.”
“At the present moment you have no definite career,” she declared. “You have even been wasting your time censoring.”
“Your profession!” she scoffed. “That means you will spend your time wrangling with a number of other bewigged and narrow-minded people about uninteresting legal technicalities which lead nowhere and which no one cares about.”
“You have damned it with your own phrase ‘hack journalism’!”
“Yes, to preserve your rights,” she retorted.
“I am afraid,” he sighed, “that you haven’t a very high opinion of me.”
“It is within your power to make me look upon you as the bravest, the kindest, the most farseeing of men,” she declared.
“I decline to think that you would think any the better of me for committing a dishonourable action for your sake.”
“Try me,” she begged, her hand resting once more upon his. “If you want my kind feelings, my everlasting gratitude, they are yours. Give me that packet.”
“That is impossible,” he declared uncompromisingly. “If you wish to alter my attitude with regard to it, you must tell me exactly from whom it comes, what it contains, and to whom it goes.”
“You ask more than is possible.. You make me almost sorry--”
“Sorry that I saved your life,” she said boldly. “Why should I not be? There are many who will suffer, many who will lose their lives because of your obstinacy.”
“I am a human being,” he protested. “I have sympathies and heart. I would give my life willingly to save any carnage.”
“I could never make you understand,” she murmured hopelessly. “I shall not try. I dare not risk failure. Is this room hot, or is it my fancy? Could we have a window open?”