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of Lise。
〃I'm not。 I believe if things are going to happen well； they're going to
happen。 Nothing can prevent it。〃
〃By thunder〃 he exclaimed； struck by her remark。 〃You are like that
You're different from any person I ever knew。。。。〃
From such anecdotes she pieced together her new Ditmar。 He spoke of a
large world she had never seen； of New York and Washington and Chicago；
where he intended to take her。 In the future he would never travel
alone。 And he told her of his having been a delegate to the last
National Republican Convention； explaining what a delegate was。 He
gloried in her innocence； and it was pleasant to dazzle her with
impressions of his cosmopolitanism。 In this； perhaps； he was not quite
so successful as he imagined； but her eyes shone。 She had never even
been in a sleeping car！ For her delectation he launched into an
enthusiastic description of these vehicles； of palatial compartment cars；
of limited； transcontinental trains； where one had a stenographer and a
barber at one's disposal。
〃Neither of them would do me any good；〃 she complained。
〃You could go to the manicure；〃 he said。
There had been in Ditmar's life certain events which； in his anecdotal
moods； were magnified into matters of climacteric importance； high；
festal occasions on which it was sweet to reminisce； such as his visit as
Delegate at Large to that Chicago Convention。 He had travelled on a
special train stocked with cigars and White Seal champagne； in the
company of senators and congressmen and ex…governors； state treasurers；
collectors of the port； mill owners； and bankers to whom he referred； as
the French say； in terms of their 〃little〃 names。 He dwelt on the
magnificence of the huge hotel set on the borders of a lake like an
inland sea； and related such portions of the festivities incidental to
〃the seeing of Chicago〃 as would bear repetition。 No women belonged to
this realm； no women； at least； who were to be regarded as persons。
Ditmar did not mention them； but no doubt they existed； along with the
cigars and the White Seal champagne； contributing to the amenities。 And
the excursion； to Janet； took on the complexion of a sort of glorified
picnic in the course of which； incidentally； a President of the United
States had been chosen。 In her innocence she had believed the voters to
perform this function。 Ditmar laughed。
〃Do you suppose we're going to let the mob run this country？〃 he
inquired。 〃Once in a while we can't get away with it as we'd like； we
have to take the best we can。〃
Thus was brought home to her more and more clearly that what men strove
and fought for were the joys of prominence； privilege； and power。
Everywhere； in the great world； they demanded and received consideration。
It was Ditmar's boast that if nobody else could get a room in a crowded
New York hotel； he could always obtain one。 And she was fain to concede…
…she who had never known privilegea certain intoxicating quality to
this eminence。 If you could get the power； and refused to take it； the
more fool you！ A topsy…turvy world； in which the stupid toiled day by
day； week by week； exhausting their energies and craving joy； while
others adroitly carried off the prize； and virtue had apparently as
little to do with the matter as fair hair or a club foot。 If Janet had
ever read Darwin； she would have recognized in her lover a creature
rather wonderfully adapted to his environment； and what puzzled her；
perhaps； was the riddle that presents itself to many better informed than
herselfthe utter absence in this environment of the sign of any being
who might be called God。 Her perplexitiesfor she did have themtook
the form of an instinctive sense of inadequacy； of persistently recurring
though inarticulate convictions of the existence of elements not included
in Ditmar's categoriesof things that money could not buy； of things；
too； alas！ that poverty was as powerless to grasp。 Stored within her；
sometimes rising to the level of consciousness； was that experience at
Silliston in the May weather when she had had a glimpsejust a glimpse！
of a garden where strange and precious flowers were in bloom。 On the
other hand； this mysterious perception by her of things unseen and
hitherto unguessed； of rays of delight in the spectrum of values to which
his senses were unattuned； was for Ditmar the supreme essence of her
fascination。 At moments he was at once bewildered and inebriated by the
rare delicacy of fabric of the woman whom he had somehow stumbled upon
and possessed。
Then there were the hours when they worked together in the office。 Here
she beheld Ditmar at his best。 It cannot be said that his infatuation
for her was ever absent from his consciousness： he knew she was there
beside him； he betrayed it continually。 But here she was in the presence
of what had been and what remained his ideal； the Chippering Mill； here
he acquired unity。 All his energies were bent toward the successful
execution of the Bradlaugh order； which had to be completed on the first
of February。 And as day after day went by her realization of the
magnitude of the task he had undertaken became keener。 Excitement was in
the air。 Ditmar seemed somehow to have managed to infuse not only
Orcutt； the superintendent； but the foremen and second hands and even the
workers with a common spirit of pride and loyalty； of interest； of
determination to carry off this matter triumphantly。 The mill seemed
fairly to hum with effort。 Janet's increasing knowledge of its
organization and processes only served to heighten her admiration for the
confidence Ditmar had shown from the beginning。 It was superb。 And now；
as the probability of the successful execution of the task tended more
and more toward certainty； he sometimes gave vent to his boyish；
exuberant spirits。
〃I told Holster； I told all those croakers I'd do it； and by thunder I
will do it； with three days' margin； too！ I'll get the last shipment off
on the twenty…eighth of January。 Why； even George Chippering was afraid
I couldn't handle it。 If the old man was alive he wouldn't have had cold
feet。〃 Then Ditmar added； half jocularly； half seriously； looking down
on her as she sat with her note…book； waiting for him to go on with his
dictation： 〃I guess you've had your share in it； too。 You've been a
wonder； the way you've caught on and taken things off my shoulders。 If
Orcutt died I believe you could step right into his shoes。〃
〃I'm sure I could step into his shoes；〃 she replied。 〃Only I hope he
won't die。〃
〃I hope he won't； either；〃 said Ditmar。 〃And as for you〃
〃Never mind me； now；〃 she said。
He bent over her。
〃Janet； you're the greatest girl in the world。〃
Yes； she was happiest when she felt she was helping him； it gave her
confidence that she could do more； lead him into paths beyond which they
might explore together。 She was useful。 Sometimes； however； he seemed
to her oversanguine； though he had worked hard； his success had come too
easily； had been too uniform。 His temper was quick； the prospect of
opposition often made him overbearing； yet on occasions he listened with
surprising pa