ed. "We're not so bad. However, the
fact that we interest you so little makes it possible for you to do me a
service."

"I am glad."

She waved him to a seat, and as she crossed the room he found himself
wondering whether her floating gown was blue or violet or both. The
primroses at her belt gave him pleasure. She gathered up some papers and
laid them before him.

"I wish to make my will. This is a list of my possessions and the
distribution I wish made of them."

He looked over the list, his eye appraising with surprise her
investments.

"You have been very successful."

"Yes."

"You wish me to have this typed, signed, witnessed, and filed with your
other papers?"

"If you please. I wish my body cremated and the ashes thrown into the
sea," she added quietly.

He glanced at her quickly.

"You are ill? You are afraid of death?"

"Afraid of death? No, I am seeking it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I do not wish to live any more-- I'm tired."

He looked about him at the charming, flower-scented room, at the vibrant
figure of the girl.

"You mean you intend to end it--deliberately?"

"Yes. Why not? There is not a living soul dependent on me to be
affected by my going."

"You don't think it's cowardice?"

"I'm brave enough to be a coward. I've fought my way through and over
every obstacle--even you say I've been successful. Now I'm tired-- I've
got nothing to fight for, I'm Irish, and I'm lonesome."

"But you're just at the top, ready to enjoy what you've fought for."

"There's nothing in that. It's only the fight that counts."

He understood that.

"Why don't you marry, or have you?"

"No, I have not. I don't want money or position. I can't marry a man who
loves me when I'm only fond of him. I'd rather marry a stranger."

"What made you begin the fight?"

"I wanted things for daddy, and he died just before I won out."

"Why don't you interest yourself in some cause? Women nowadays are----"

"Suffrage or charity? The Irish are never satisfied with causes,
man----"

"There's Home Rule," he smiled.

"The women have it," she retorted.

"But it's ridiculous! Why, you've got everything in the world."

"Do you think that?" she challenged him directly.

He walked over to the window and looked out at the early winter sunset.
Presently he came back and faced her.

"No," he answered.

She nodded.

"I've thought it all out. I think I have the right. I'm at the top of
my wave now, I do