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‘‘Why DO I take these things from you？'' she cried； in sudden exasperation。 And touching her horse with her stick； she was off at a gallop。
IX
From anger against Victor Dorn； Jane passed to anger against herself。 This was soon followed by a mood of self…denunciation； by astonishment at the follies of which she had been guilty； by shame for them。 She could not scoff or scorn herself out of the infatuation。 But at least she could control herself against yielding to it。 Recalling and reviewing all he had said； shethat is； her vanitydecided that the most important remark； the only really important remark； was his declaration of disbelief in her sincerity。 ‘‘The reason he has repulsed meand a very good reason it isis that he thinks I am simply amusing myself。 If he thought I was in earnest； he would act very differently。 Very shrewd of him！''
Did she believe this？ Certainly not。 But she convinced herself that she believed it； and so saved her pride。 From this point she proceeded by easy stages to doubting whether； if Victor had taken her at her word； she would have married him。 And soon she had convinced herself that she had gone so far only through her passion for conquest； that at the first sign of his yielding her good sense would have asserted itself and she could have retreated。
‘‘He knew me better than I knew myself；'' said she not so thoroughly convinced as her pride would have liked； but far better content with herself than in those unhappy hours of humiliation after her last talk with him。
From the beginning of her infatuation there had been only a few days； hardly more than a few hours； when the voice of prudence and good sense had been silenced。 Yes； he was right； they were not suited to each other； and a marriage between them would have been absurd。 He did belong to a different； to a lower class； and he could never have understood her。 Refinement； taste； the things of the life of luxury and leisure were incomprehensible to him。 It might be unjust that the many had to toil in squalor and sordidness while the few were privileged to cultivate and to enjoy the graces and the beauties； but； unjust or in some mysterious way just； there was the fact。 Her life was marked out for her； she was of the elect。 She would do well to accept her good fortune and live as the gods had ordained for her。
If Victor had been different in that one respect！ 。 。 。 The infatuation； too； was a fact。 The wise course was flightand she fled。
That winter； in Chicago and in New York； Jane amused herselfin the ways devised by latter day impatience with the folly of wasting a precious part of the one brief life in useless grief or pretense of grief。 In Remsen City she would have had to be very quiet indeed； under penalty of horrifying public sentiment。 But Chicago and New York knew nothing of her grief； cared nothing about grief of any kind。 People in deep mourning were found in the theaters； in the gay restaurants； wherever any enjoyment was to be had； and very sensible it was of them； and proof of the sincerity of their sorrowfor sincere sorrow seeks consolation lest it go mad and commit suicidedoes it not？
Jane； young； beautiful； rich； clever； had a very good time indeedso good that in the spring； instead of going back to Remsen City to rest； she went abroad。 More enjoymentor； at least； more of the things that fill in the time and spare one the necessity of thinking。
In August she suddenly left her friends at St。 Moritz and journeyed back to Remsen City as fast as train and boat and train could take her。 And on the front veranda of the old house she sat herself down and looked out over the familiar landscape and listened to the katydids lulling the woods and the fields； and was bored and wondered why she had come。
In a reckless mood she went down to see Victor Dorn。 ‘‘I am cured；'' she said to herself。 ‘‘I must be cured。 I simply can't be small and silly enough to care for a country town labor agitator after all I've been through after the attentions I've had and the men of the world I've met。 I'm cured； and I must prove it to myself 。''
In the side yard Alice Sherrill and her children and several neighbor girls were putting up pears and peaches； blackberries and plums。 The air was heavy with delicious odors of ripe and perfect fruit； and the laughter； the bright healthy faces； the strong graceful bodies in all manner of poses at the work required made a scene that brought tears to Jane's eyes。 Why tears she could not have explained； but there they were。 At far end of the arbor； looking exactly as he had in the same place the year before； sat Victor Dorn； writing。 He glanced up； saw her！ Into his face came a look of welcome that warmed her chilled heart。
‘‘Hel…LO！'' he cried； starting up。 ‘‘I AM glad to see you。''
‘‘I'm mighty glad to be back；'' said she； lapsing with keen pleasure into her native dialect。
He took both her hands and shook them cordially； then looked at her from head to foot admiringly。 ‘‘The latest from the Rue de la Paix； I suppose？'' said he。
They seated themselves with the table between them。 She； under cover of commonplaces about her travels； examined him with the utmost calmness。 She saw every point wherein he fell short of the men of her class the sort of men she ought to like and admire。 But； oh； how dull and stale and narrow and petty they were； beside this man。 She knew now why she had fled。 She didn't want to love Victor Dorn； or to marry himor his sort of man。 But he； his intense aliveness； his keen； supple mind； had spoiled her for those others。 One of them she could not marry。 ‘‘I should go mad with boredom。 One can no more live intimately with fashion than one can eat gold and drink diamonds。 And； oh； but I am hungry and thirsty！''
‘‘So you've had a good time？'' he was saying。
Superb；'' replied she。 ‘‘Such scenerysuch variety of people。 I love Europe。 ButI'm glad to be home again。''
‘‘I don't see how you can stand it；'' said Victor。
‘‘Why？'' inquired she in surprise。
‘‘Unless I had an intense personal interest in the most active kind of life in a place like this； I should either fly or take to drink；'' replied he。 ‘‘In this world you've either got to invent occupation for yourself or else keep where amusements and distractions are thrust at you from rising till bed…time。 And no amusements are thrust at you in Remsen City。''
‘‘But I've been trying the life of being amused；'' said Jane； ‘‘and I've got enough。''
‘‘For the moment；'' said Victor； laughing。 ‘‘You'll go back。 You've got to。 What else is there for you？''
Her eyes abruptly became serious。 ‘‘That's what I've come home to find out；'' said she。 Hesitatingly； ‘‘That's why I've come here to…day。''
He became curiously quietstared at the writing before him on the table。 After a while he said：
‘‘Jane； I was entirely too glad to see you to…day。 I had''
‘‘Don't say that；'' she pleaded。 ‘‘Victor； it isn't a weakness''
His hand resting upon the table clenched into a fist and his brows drew down。 ‘‘There can be no question but that it is a weakness and a folly；'' he pushed on。 ‘‘I will not spoil your life and mine。 You are not for me； and I am not for you。 The reason we hang on to this is because each of us has a streak of tenacity。 We don't want each other； but we are so made that we can't let go of an idea once it has gotten into our heads。''
‘‘There is another reason；'' she said gently。 ‘‘We are； both of us； aloneand lonesome； Victor。''
‘‘But I'm not alone。 I'm not lonesome'' And there he abruptly halted； to gaze at her with the expression of awakening and astonishment。 ‘‘I believe I'm wrong。 I believe you're right；'' he exclaimed。 ‘‘I had never thought of that before。''
‘‘You've been imagining your work； your cause was enough；'' she went on in a quiet rational way that was a revelationand a self…revelationof the real Jane Hastings。 ‘‘But it isn't。 There's a whole other side of your naturethethethe private sidethat's the expressionthe private side。 And you've been denying to it its rights。''
He reflected； nodded slowly。 ‘‘I believe that's the truth；'' he said。 ‘‘It explains a curious feeling I've had a sort