dog must after a mole. He knows
perfectly well he will never catch it, but he's under the imperative
necessity of digging for it."

"But he might find it."

"Might!--but he never has and never will. Life is too short to run after
mights; we must have certainties."

She tucked the box under her arm and was about to walk on, when
Gregory Rose, with shining spurs, an ostrich feather in his hat, and
a silver-headed whip, careered past. He bowed gallantly as he went by.
They waited till the dust of the horse's hoofs had laid itself.

"There," said Lyndall, "goes a true woman--one born for the sphere that
some women have to fill without being born for it. How happy he would
be sewing frills into his little girl's frocks, and how pretty he would
look sitting in a parlour, with a rough man making love to him! Don't
you think so?"

"I shall not stay here when he is master," Waldo answered, not able to
connect any kind of beauty with Gregory Rose.

"I should imagine not. The rule of a woman is tyranny; but the rule of a
man-woman grinds fine. Where are you going?"

"Anywhere."

"What to do?"

"See--see everything."

"You will be disappointed."

"And were you?"

"Yes; and you will be more so. I want things that men and the world
give, you do not. If you have a few yards of earth to stand on, and a
bit of blue over you, and something that you cannot see to dream about,
you have all that you need, all that you know how to use. But I like to
see real men. Let them be as disagreeable as they please, they are more
interesting to me than flowers, or trees, or stars, or any other thing
under the sun. Sometimes," she added, walking on, and shaking the dust
daintily from her skirts, "when I am not too busy trying to find a new
way of doing my hair that will show my little neck to better advantage,
or over other work of that kind, sometimes it amuses me intensely to
trace out the resemblance between one man and another: to see how
Tant Sannie and I, you and Bonaparte, St. Simon on his pillow, and the
emperor dining off larks' tongues, are one and the same compound, merely
mixed in different proportions.

"What is microscopic in one is largely developed in another; what is a
rudimentary in one man is an active organ in another; but all things are
in all men, and one soul is the model of all. We shall find nothing new
in human nature after we have once carefully dissected and analyzed the
one being we ever shall truly know-