``She's not the ordinary woman,'' said Hull. ``You must remember
she wasn't brought up as you and I were--hasn't our ideas of
life. The things that appeal to us most strongly don't touch
her. She knows nothing about them.'' He added, ``And that's her
great charm for me.''
Jane nodded sympathetically. Her own case exactly. After a
brief hesitation she suggested:
``Perhaps Selma's in love with--some one else.'' The pause
before the vague ``some one else'' was almost unnoticeable.
``With Victor Dorn, you mean?'' said Davy. ``I asked her about
that. No, she's not in love with him.''
``As if she'd tell you!''
Davy looked at her a little scornfully. ``Don't insinuate,'' he
said. ``You know she would. There's nothing of the ordinary
tricky, evasive, faking woman about her. And although she's got
plenty of excuse for being conceited, she isn't a bit so. She
isn't always thinking about herself, like the girls of our
class.''
``I don't in the least wonder at your being in love with her,
Davy,'' said Jane sweetly. ``Didn't I tell you I admired your
taste--and your courage?''
``You're sneering at me,'' said Davy. ``All the same, it did
take courage--for I'm a snob at bottom--like you--like all of us
who've been brought up so foolishly --so rottenly. But I'm proud
that I had the courage. I've had a better opinion of myself ever
since. And if you have any unspoiled womanhood in you, you agree
with me.
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