Prescott jumped to his feet and slapped his knee with enthusiasm. He had solved his problem, and the solution was exceedingly simple. What, indeed, but another little girl! A real little girl, a flesh- and-blood little girl, a jolly, active little girl, who, as Mr. Prescott inelegantly put it to himself, "would make Lily Bell, with her ringlets and her pantalettes, look like thirty cents."
"'To think, said he to himself, 'that every one of these gold sovereigns weighs a quarter of an ounce, and my real, live, flesh- and-blood princess weighs nothing at all! "And he hated his gold sovereigns, as they lay with a broad smile of self-satisfaction all over their yellow faces. "The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey.
He was beginning to see, though vaguely, the sharp conflict between woman and career, between a man's work in the world and woman's need of the man. But he was not capable of generalization. He saw only the antagonism between the concrete, flesh- and-blood Genevieve and the great, abstract, living Game.