make? What kind of a leader socially in your own class? You might better try to place a girl from the bogs of Ireland at the head of your table."
Again David's rage surged through him in a hot wave, but he controlled himself. "You admitted Cassandra has both beauty and charm?"
"Would my son have been attracted to her else? Nevertheless, what I say stands. As a help to you—"
"You have done your duty, mother. I will say this for you—that for sophistry undiluted, a woman of the present day who stands where you do, can out-Greek the ancients. How is it we see so differently? Is it that I am like my father? How did he see things?"
"Your father was as much a nobleman as your uncle. Only by the accident of birth was he differently placed. Did I never tell you that but for his death he would have been created bishop of his diocese? So you see—"
"I see. By dying he just escaped a bishopric. Did it make a difference in his reception up above—do you think?"
"Oh, David, David!"
"I'm sorry mother—never mind. We're nearly there and I have something I must say to you before I leave you to end this discussion forever. There are two kinds of men in this world,—one sort is made by his circumstances, and the other makes his