"If you were to die? God knows! But you do singularly little justice to my incentives," Nick continued. "My political career is everything to my mother."
Julia hesitated a moment; then she inquired: "Are you afraid of your mother?"
"Yes, particularly; for she represents infinite possibilities of disappointment and distress. She represents all my father's as well as all her own; and in them my father tragically lives again. On the other hand I see him in bliss, as I see my mother, over our marriage and our life of common aspirations; though of course that's not a consideration that I can expect to have power with you."
Mrs. Dallow shook her head slowly, even smiling a little with an air of recovered calmness and lucidity. "You'll never hold high office."
"But why not take me as I am?"
"Because I'm abominably keen about that sort of thing; I must recognize it. I must face the ugly truth. I've been through the worst; it's all settled."
"The worst, I suppose, was when you found me this morning."
"Oh, that was all right—for you."
"You're magnanimous, Julia; but evidently what's good enough for me isn't good enough for you." Nick spoke with bitterness.
"I don't like you enough—that's the obstacle," said Mrs. Dallow bravely.
"You did a year ago; you confessed to it."
"Well, a year ago was a year ago. Things are changed to-day."
