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belonged to some man or else was an outcast。 This new style of woman looks at life as a man does。''
Jane listened with a somewhat cynical expression。 No doubt； in theory； there was a new style of woman。 But practically； the new style of woman merely TALKED differently； at least； she was still the old…fashioned woman； longing for dependence upon some man and indifferent to the obligations men made such a fuss aboutprobably not so sincerely as they fancied。 But her expression changed when Davy went on to say：
‘‘She'd look at a thing of that sort much as I or Victor Dorn would。''
Jane's heart suddenly sank。 Because the unconscious blow had hurt she struck out； struck back with the first weapon she could lay hold of。 ‘‘But you said a minute ago that Victor was a hypocritical demagogue。''
Davy flushed with confusion。 He was in a franker mood now； however。 ‘‘I'd like to think that；'' he replied。 ‘‘But I don't honestly believe it。''
‘‘You think that if Victor Dorn loved a woman of our class he'd put her out of his life？''
‘‘That's hardly worth discussing；'' said Davy。 ‘‘No woman of our classno woman he'd be likely to look atwould encourage him to the point where he'd presume upon it。''
‘‘How narrow you are！'' cried Jane； derisive but even more angry。
‘‘It's differententirely differentwith a man； even in our class。 But a woman of our classshe's a lady or she's nothing at all。 And a lady couldn't be so lacking in refinement as to descend to a man socially beneath her。''
‘‘I can see how ANY woman might fall in love with Victor Dorn。''
‘‘You're just saying that to be argumentative；'' said Davy with conviction。 ‘‘Take yourself； for example。''
‘‘I confess I don't see any such contrast between Victor and youexcept where the comparison's altogether in his favor；'' said Jane pleasantly。 ‘‘You don't know as much as he does。 You haven't the independence of characteror the courageor the sincerity。 You couldn't be a real leader； as he is。 You have to depend on influence； and on trickery。''
A covert glance at the tall； solemn…looking young man riding silently beside her convinced her that he was as uncomfortable as she had hoped to make him。
‘‘As for mannersand the things that go to make a gentleman；'' she went on； ‘‘I'm not sure but that there； too； the comparison is against you。 You always suggest to me that if you hadn't the pattern set for men of our class and didn't follow it； you'd be absolutely lost； Davy； dear。 While Victorhe's a fine； natural person； with the manners that grow as naturally out of his personality as oak leaves grow out of an oak。''
Jane was astonished and delighted by this eloquence of hers about the man she lovedan eloquence far above her usual rather commonplace mode of speech and thought。 Love was indeed an inspirer！ What a person she would become when she had Victor always stimulating her。 She went on：
‘‘A woman would never grow tired of Victor。 He doesn't talk stale stuff such as all of us get from the stale little professors and stale； dreary text…books at our colleges。''
‘‘Why don't you fall in love with him？'' said Davy sourly。
‘‘I do believe you're envious of Victor Dorn；'' retorted Jane。
‘‘What a disagreeable mood you're in to…day；'' said Davy。
‘‘So a man always thinks when a woman speaks well of another man in his presence。''
‘‘I didn't suspect you of being envious of Selma。 Why should you suspect me of feeling ungenerously about Victor？ Fall in love with him if you like。 Heaven knows； I'd do nothing to stop it。''
‘‘Perhaps I shall；'' said Jane； with unruffled amiability。 ‘‘You're setting a dangerous example of breaking down class lines。''
‘‘Now； Jane； you know perfectly well that while； if I married Selma she'd belong to my class； a woman of our class marrying Victor Dorn would sink to his class。 Why quarrel about anything so obviously true？''
‘‘Victor Dorn belongs to a class by himself；'' replied Jane。 ‘‘You forget that men of genius are not regarded like you poor ordinary mortals。''
Davy was relieved that they had reached the turning at which they had to separate。 ‘‘I believe you are in love with him；'' said he as a parting shot。
Jane； riding into her lane； laughed gayly； mockingly。 She arrived at home in fine humor。 It pleased her that Davy； for all his love for Selma； could yet be jealous of Victor Dorn on her account。 And more than ever； after this talk with himthe part of it that preceded the quarrelshe felt that she was doing a fine； brave； haughtily aristocratic thing in loving Victor Dorn。 Only a woman with a royal soul would venture to be thus audacious。
Should she encourage or discourage the affair between Davy and Selma？ There was much to be said for this way of removing Selma from her path； also； if a man of Davy Hull's position married beneath him； less would be thought of her doing the same thing。 On the other hand； she felt that she had a certain property right in David Hull； and that Selma was taking what belonged to her。 This； she admitted to herself； was mean and small； was unworthy of the woman who was trying to be worthy of Victor Dorn； of such love as she professed for him。 Yes； mean and small。 She must try to conquer it。
Butwhen she met Selma in the woods a few mornings later； her dominant emotions were anything but high…minded and generous。 Selma was looking her most fascinatingwild and strange and unique。 They caught sight of each other at the same instant。 Jane came composedly onSelma made a darting movement toward a by…path opening near her； hesitated； stood like some shy； lovely bird of the deep wilderness ready to fly away into hiding。
‘‘Hello； Selma！'' said Jane carelessly。
Selma looked at her with wide； serious eyes。
‘‘Where have you been keeping yourself of late？ Busy with the writing； I suppose？''
‘‘I owe you an apology；'' said Selma； in a queer； suppressed voice。 ‘‘I have been hating you； and trying to think of some way to keep you and Victor Dorn apart。 I thought it was from my duty to the cause。 I've found out that it was a low； mean personal reason。''
Jane had stopped short； was regarding her with eyes that glowed in a pallid face。 ‘‘Because you are in love with him？'' she said。
Selma gave a quick； shamed nod。 ‘‘Yes；'' she said the sound was scarcely audible。
Selma's frank and generousand confidingself… sacrifice aroused no response in Jane Hastings。 For the first time in her life she was knowing what it meant to hate。
‘‘And I've got to warn you；'' Selma went on； ‘‘that I am going to do whatever I can to keep you from hindering him。 Not because I love him； but because I owe it to the cause。 He belongs to it； and I must help him be single…hearted for it。 You could only be a bad influence in his life。 I think you would like to be a sincere woman； but you can't。 Your class is too strong for you。 Soit would be wrong for Victor Dorn to love and to marry you。 I think he realizes it and is struggling to be true to himself。 I intend to help him； if I can。''
Jane smiled cruelly。 ‘‘What hypocrisy！'' she said； and turned and walked away。
VIII
In America we have been bringing up our women like men； and treating them lik