human
I ain't no wooden-head, as some thinks I am, he blurted out, while his dull eyes flashed;
gpt
You better,
human
Why?
gpt
Oh, it's plain common sense to be with her, instead of against her, when she gets fully awake. Her kind goes well enough in harness if the other one pulls a fair share--if he doesn't--why, the chances are--she'd break the traces and--clip it alone.
human
Alone, hey? It was Jude's turn to laugh now.
gpt
You ain't got the lay of the country yet, Mr. Gaston, not so far as the women is concerned. How in thunder is a woman to go alone, I'd like to know, in St. Angé? Once she's married, she's married, and she knows it. Go alone? I'd like to know where she'd go to?
human
Jude, he continued after a moment,
gpt
Not her kind, Jude muttered. He was harking back to Lola Laval. How the girl rose and haunted him to-night!
human
Not her kind, Mr. Gaston.
gpt
No, you're right, Jude--not her kind as she is now. That's just the point. It's poor work, though, to draw on your bank account without noting how your balance stands. If you do, you'll get a surprise some day. Joyce wants the best she can get out of life. She's had a vision, poor little girl, and she's making for that vision, believing it a reality. We all do that, old man, and it's up to you to give her as much of what she wants as you can. She's been building a place for her soul --Gaston was thinking aloud. Jude had vanished from his horizon--