t into that
house, and I would have made things hum. I'd have thrown the other
fellow out, lock, stock, and barrel."

"That's just like a man, so selfish, only thinking of himself. You
don't know the meaning of love--great, true, unselfish love."

"I know the meaning of what's mine. Think I'd give up the woman I loved
to another man?"

"Even if she loved the other man best?"

"I'd have my girl first, and find out how she felt about the other man
afterwards."

"Oh, but think if you gave her up, how noble it would be. You would
have sacrificed all that you held the dearest to an ideal. Oh, if I
were in Enoch Arden's place, and my husband thought I was dead, and I
knew he was happy with another woman, it would just be a joy to deny
myself, sacrifice myself to spare him unhappiness. That would be my
idea of love. Then I'd go into a convent."

"Not much. I'd let the other fellow go to the convent. If I loved a
woman, I wouldn't let anything in the world stop me from winning her."

"You have so much determination, haven't you?" she said, looking at him.

Landry enlarged his shoulders a little and wagged his head.

"Well," he said, "I don't know, but I'd try pretty hard to get what I
wanted, I guess."

"I love to see that characteristic in men," she observed. "Strength,
determination."

"Just as a man loves to see a woman womanly," he answered. "Don't you
hate strong-minded women?"

"Utterly."

"Now, you are what I would call womanly--the womanliest woman I've ever
known."

"Oh, I don't know," she protested, a little confused.

"Yes, you are. You are beautifully womanly--and so high-minded and well
read. It's been inspiring to me. I want you should know that. Yes, sir,
a real inspiration. It's been inspiring, elevating, to say the least."

"I like to read, if that's what you mean," she hastened to say.

"By Jove, I've got to do some reading, too. It's so hard to find time.
But I'll make time. I'll get that 'Stones of Venice' I've heard you
speak of, and I'll sit up nights--and keep awake with black coffee--but
I'll read that book from cover to cover."

"That's your determination again," Page exclaimed. "Your eyes just
flashed when you said it. I believe if you once made up your mind to do
a thing, you would do it, no matter how hard it was, wouldn't you?"

"Well, I'd--I'd make things hum, I guess," he admitted.

The next day was Easter Sunday, and Page came down to nine o'clock
breakfast a little late