"
"And no women?"
"None except the boarding-house keeper."
She looked at him rather incredulously. Then she once more threw out
her hands in a gesture of amusement and amazement.
"Good heavens!" declared she; "there are just two things which might be
done with you. You should be put in a glass case as a unique specimen
of otherwise extinct virtue; or you should be sent to Paris to learn
to be a real man. However, it's not my place to take charge of you, so
that may pass."
There burned in the cheek of Ashe a spot of crimson which was perhaps
too deep not to betoken something of the nature of earthly indignation.
"Mrs. Wilson," he said, "I came here to discuss church interests, and
not to be myself the subject of remarks which you certainly would not
think of making to other gentlemen who call on you."
She clapped her hands.
"Bravo!" she cried. "There's the making of a man in him. It's a
thousand pities you can't go to Paris and learn the fun of life."
He rose indignantly.
"If you wish only to talk lightly of evil things," said he, "I do not
see that it is necessary for me to take up more of your time.
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