"It has been responsible for most of man's miseries," he answered. "Every
world's conqueror meant to make it happy after he had finished knocking
it about. We are all born with it, thanks to the devil." He shifted his
position and regarded her with critical eyes. "You've got it badly," he
said. "I can see it in the tilt of your chin and the quivering of your
nostrils. You beware of it."
Miss Greyson left them. She had to finish an article. They debated
"Clorinda's" views; and agreed that, as a practical housekeeper, she
would welcome attention being given to the question of the nation's food.
The _Evening Gazette_ would support Phillips in principle, while
reserving to itself the right of criticism when it came to details.
"What's he like in himself?" he asked her. "You've been seeing something
of him, haven't you?"
"Oh, a little," she answered. "He's absolutely sincere; and he means
business. He won't stop at the bottom of the ladder now he's once got
his foot upon it."
"But he's quite common, isn't he?" he asked again. "I've only met him in
public.
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