Wherein then should be discovered its charms?
Again his mind settled itself upon the events of the evening. Price?
Price? Every man, he had been told, had his price. Every man and
woman. He uttered a sound. It might have been a laugh, but it lacked
mirth. It startled his alert horse. It almost seemed to startle the
quiet night itself. What was his price? All he knew about price was
its payment. He had only been called upon to pay. And he had paid!
My God, he had paid! All that had been his. All the wealth, the
comfort, the luxury and prospects which had been his in his wealthy
father's home, had been the price he had paid for the right, which was
the right of every man, to choose for himself, and to take to himself
and to wife, the woman who seemed to him to be the one creature in the
world who could yield him the happiness which alone was worth while.
This talk of a man's price only enraged him the more. He viciously
detested Ju Penrose, and all such creatures who walked the world.
Well, the reward was out.
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