"I go everywhere where there's a chance of
picking up a swell husband. They've got to come to these shows, they
can't help themselves. One never knows what incident may give one one's
opportunity."
Joan shot a glance. The girl was evidently serious.
"You think it would prove a useful alliance?" she suggested.
"It would help, undoubtedly," the girl answered. "I don't see any other
way of getting hold of them."
Joan seated herself on one of the chairs ranged round the walls, and drew
the girl down beside her. Through the closed door, the mingled voices of
the Foreign Secretary's guests sounded curiously like the buzzing of
flies.
"It's quite easy," said Joan, "with your beauty. Especially if you're
not going to be particular. But isn't there danger of your devotion to
your father leading you too far? A marriage founded on a lie--no matter
for what purpose!--mustn't it degrade a woman--smirch her soul for all
time? We have a right to give up the things that belong to ourselves,
but not the things that belong to God: our truth, our sincerity, our
cleanliness of mind and body; the things that He may one day want of us.
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