she exclaimed: Ihave it! The very thing! The movies. You have a good appearance, and if you were a good actor you couldn't get into the pictures. Into the pictures you shall go!
Do you mean . . . ?
She cut him off: No, I don't own a company, but I know some one who does. She tossed the name lightly out: Zimbule.
He rose to his feet. I couldn't do that, he said.
Why not? she asked, her voice as even as usual. Why not? Don't be silly any longer, Harold. You are permitting your youthful pride and prejudice to govern you too much. You must take things just a little more as they come. . . .
But . . .
Try to realize, Harold, that some day you will get over some of your notions; you will even compromise with a few that you don't get over. Even Nana—Campaspe began to laugh—, even Nana, disgusted with . . . well, with something new to her, reasoned that one should never dispute about tastes and colours because one never could be sure what one would like in the future. . . . And there is the story of the ship captain, related by Cunninghame-Graham. You see this water, he said. All my life I have loved water, . . . good air, good water and good bells, the proverb says, and yet, when I have been in an old sailing-ship out in the eastern seas, and when the water had run short been put upon two pints a day for drinking and cook-
