There's no half way about it. The only way to stop is to stop
short. Just this afternoon I've regretted three functions for
next week, and I shall resign from the 'Saturday Evening.' Oh,
it's not the Jack Carter affair alone!" she exclaimed; "the whole
thing tires me. Mind, Condy," she exclaimed, "I'm not going to
break with it because I have any 'purpose in life,' or that sort
of thing. I want to have a good time, and I'm going to see if I
can't have it in my own way. If the kind of thing that makes Jack
Carter possible is conventionality, then I'm done with
conventionality for good. I am going to try, from this time on,
to be just as true to myself as I can be. I am going to be
sincere, and not pretend to like people and things that I don't
like; and I'm going to do the things that I like to do--just so
long as they are the things a good girl can do. See, Condy?"
"You're fine," murmured Condy breathless. "You're fine as gold,
Travis, and I--I love you all the better for it."
"Ah, NOW!" exclaimed Travis, with a brusque movement, "there's
mother thing we must talk about. No more foolishness between us.
We've had a jolly little flirtation, I know, and it's been good
fun while it lasted. I know you like me, and you know that I like
you; but as for loving each other, you know we don't. Yes, you
say that you love me and that I'm the only girl. That's part of
the game. I can play it"--her little eyes began to dance--"quite
as well as you.
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