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 him--the part
of it that preceded the quarrel--she 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.
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