"The
pulse of the world beats only for those who care to feel it."
"Let us take it for granted, for a moment, that you are right," I said,
"and that I am a convert. I am willing to abjure my sports and my quiet
days for a plunge into the greater world. Who will be my guide? Which
path shall I follow?"
"You are not in earnest," she murmured.
"Perhaps I am, perhaps not," I answered. "At any rate, there have been
times when I have found life a tame thing. Such a feeling came to me two
years ago, and I went to Africa to shoot lions."
She leaned towards me.
"You should hunt men, not lions," she whispered. "It is only the animal
courage in you which keeps you cool when you face wild beasts. It is a
different thing when you measure wits and strength with one of your own
race!"
"Count me a willing listener and go on," I said. "If you can show me the
way, I am willing to take it."
"Why not?" she said, half to herself. "You have strength, you have
courage! Why shouldn't you come a little way into life?"
"If it is by your side," I began passionately.
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