Judith, Charleton isn't a bit like I thought he was."
"He's an ornery mean devil, if you ask me," said Judith succinctly. "He's the worst influence that ever came into your life."
"Did Peter say that?"
"No; I said it. You are too good to waste on Charleton. What has finally waked you up about him?"
"He's always talked to me against marriage and women and children and everything like that. Said awful hard things about 'em, Jude. He really got me to the point this winter where I felt as if marriage was wrong. But do you know, when the boy was born, yesterday morning, he just went plumb loco. He cried and was sentimental like these young fathers you read about in books."
Judith's great eyes widened incredulously. "He was!" She turned this over in her mind for some time, then shook her head. "I give it up. I can't understand men at all. I thought I had Charleton's number. I always did agree with him about marriage."
Douglas drew a quick breath. If men were difficult to understand, how much more so were women, particularly of Judith's type! One never got to the end of them.
"How do you mean that, Judith?" he asked.
"I mean I'd rather be dead than married. Just look at the couples we know, Doug! Just look at 'em!"
"I'm looking at 'em! What's the trouble?" demanded Doug.
"They don't love each other any more. That's all!" Judith tossed her head knowingly.
"Pshaw! How do you know?"
"Because I've watched them for years and studied
