The Grain of Dust: A Novel
work. Of course, I had to work, but I like that. No, it was the—the maneuvering, let's call it—the hardening process." 

 "You!" she exclaimed. 

 "Everyone who succeeds—in active life. You don't understand the system, dear. It's a cutthroat game. It isn't at all what the successful hypocrites describe in their talks to young men!" He laughed. "If I had followed the 'guides to success,' I'd not be here. Oh, yes, I've made terrible sacrifices, but—" his look at her made her thrill with exaltation—"it was worth doing. . . . I understand and sympathize with those who scorn to succeed. But I'm glad I happened not to be born with their temperament, at least not with enough of it to keep me down." 

 "You're too hard on yourself, too generous to the failures." 

 "Oh, I don't mean the men who were too lazy to do the work or too cowardly to dare the—the unpleasant things. And I'm not hard with myself—only frank. But we were talking of the women. Poor things, what chance have they got? You scorn them for using their sex. Wait till you're drowning, dear, before you criticise another for what he does to save himself when he's sinking for the last time. I used everything I had in making my fight. If I could have got on better or quicker by the aid of my sex, I'd have used that." 

 "Don't say those things, Fred," cried Josephine, smiling but half in earnest. 

 "Why not? Aren't you glad I'm here?" 

 She gave him a long look of passionate love and lowered her eyes. 

 "At whatever cost?" 

 "Yes," she said in a low voice. "But I'm sure you exaggerate." 

 "I've done nothing you wouldn't approve of—or find excuses for. But that's because you—I—all of us in this class—and in most other classes—have been trained to false ideas—no, to perverted ideas—to a system of morality that's twisted to suit the demands of practical life. On Sundays we go to a magnificent church to hear an expensive preacher and choir, go in expensive dress and in carriages, and we never laugh at ourselves. Yet we are going in the name of One who was born in a stable and who said that we must give everything to the poor, and so on." 


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