"Have you told me all?"
"No, mother."
"What else?"
"There is on his dressing table, loosely folded in tissue paper, an exquisite Bible."
"Very good. Robert cannot have The Word too exquisitely bound."
"I do not think Robert intends this copy of the Word for his own use. No, indeed!"
"Why should you think different?"
"It is bound in purple velvet. The corner pieces are of gold, and a little gold plate on the cover has engraved upon it the word Theodora. Can you imagine Robert Traquair Campbell using a Bible like that? It would be remarked by every one in the church. I am sure of it."
Mrs. Campbell had dropped her pencil and had quite forgotten her accounts and letters. Her hard, handsome face was flushed with anger, her tawny-colored eyes full of calculating mischief, as she demanded with scornful passion:
"What is your opinion, Isabel?"