But the social side of life--that's different.''
``But a while ago you were talking about my going in for
politics,'' said Miss Hastings demurely.
``Still, you'd not have to meet SOCIALLY queer and rough
characters----''
``Is Victor Dorn very rough?''
The interrupting question was like the bite of a big fly to a
sweating horse. ``I'm getting sick of hearing about him from
you,'' cried Hull with the pettishness of the spoiled children of
the upper class.
``In what way is he rough?'' persisted Miss Hastings. ``If you
didn't wish to talk about Victor Dorn, why did you bring the
subject up?''
``Oh--all right,'' cried Hull, restraining himself. ``Victor
isn't exactly rough. He can act like a gentleman-- when he
happens to want to. But you never can tell what he'll do next.''
``You MUST bring him to call!'' exclaimed Miss Hastings.
``Impossible,'' said Hull angrily.
``But he's the only man I've heard about since I've been home
that I've taken the least interest in.''
``If he did come, your father would have the servants throw him
off the place.''
``Oh, no,'' said Hiss Hastings haughtily. ``My father wouldn't
insult a guest of mine.''
``But you don't know, Jen,'' cried David. ``Why, Victor Dorn
attacks your father in the most outrageous way in his miserable
little anarchist paper--calls him a thief, a briber, a
blood-sucker--a--I'd not venture to repeat to you the things he
says.
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