You must say nothing against him. I will not allow it. What would have become of me—" She stopped, betrayed by her glance and voice.
"Mr. Lawrence is a model of all the virtues, I admit! But, Nora, I confess I am jealous of him. Does he expect to educate you forever? You seem to me to have already all the learning a pretty woman needs. What does he know about women? What does he expect to do with you two or three years hence? Two or three years hence you will be number one." And Fenton began to whistle with vehement gayety, executing with shuffling feet a momentary fandango. "Two or three years hence, when you look in the glass, remember I said so!"
"He means to go to Europe one of these days," said Nora, irrelevantly.
"One of these days! One would think he expects to keep you forever. Not if I can help it. And why Europe, in the name of all that's patriotic? Europe be hanged! You ought to come out to your own section of the country, and see your own people. I can introduce you to the best society in St. Louis. I 'll tell you what, my dear. You don't know it, but you're a regular Western girl."
A certain foolish gladness in being the creature thus denominated prompted Nora to a gush of momentary laughter, of which Roger, within the window, caught the soundless ripple. "You ought to know, George," she said, "you are Western enough yourself."
"Of course I am. I glory in it. It 's the only place for a man of ideas! In the West you can do something!
