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that makes them silent."
"It is mostly prudence," said Mr. Brice. "Prudence is our dominant trait." Virginia fidgeted. Usually she had an easier
time. "You have not always shown it," she said, with an innocence
which in women is often charged with meaning. Stephen started. Her antagonism was still there. He would have liked greatly to know
whether she referred to his hasty purchase of Hester, or to his rashness in dancing with her at her party the winter before. "We have something left to be thankful for," he answered. "We are still capable of action." "On occasions
it is violence," said Virginia, desperately. This man must not get ahead of her. "It is just as violent," said he, "as the repressed feeling which prompts it." This was a new kind of conversation to
Virginia. Of all the young men she knew, not one had ever ventured into anything
of the sort. They were either flippant, or sentimental, or both. She was at once flattered and annoyed,
flattered, because, as a woman, Stephen had conceded her a mind. Many of the young men she knew had minds, but deemed that these were wasted
on women, whose language was generally supposed to be a kind of childish
twaddle. Even Jack Brinsmade rarely risked
his dignity and reputation at an intellectual tilt. This was one of Virginia's grievances.
She often argued with her father, and, if the truth were told,
had had more than one victory
over Judge Whipple. Virginia's
annoyance came from the fact that she
perceived in Stephen
a natural and merciless logic,--a faculty for getting at the bottom of things. His
brain did not seem to be thrown out of gear by local magnetic influences,--by
beauty, for instance. He did not lose his head, as did some others she knew,
at the approach
of feminine charms. Here was a grand subject, then, to try the mettle of any woman. One with less mettle
would have given it up. But Virginia thought it would be delightful
to bring this particular Yankee to his knees; and--and leave him there. "Mr. Brice," she said, "I have not spoken to you since the night of my party. I believe we danced together." "Yes, we did," said he, "and I called, but was unfortunate." "You called?" Ah, Virginia! "They did not tell you!" cried Stephen. Now Miss Carvel was complacency itself.
"Jackson is so careless with cards," said she, "and very often I do not take the trouble to read
them." "I am sorry," said he, "as I wished for the opportunity to tell you how much I enjoyed myself. I have found everybody in St. Louis very kind to strangers." Virginia was nearly disarmed. She rememb