"Mysie will be bitterly disappointed. Where do you go on Sunday?"
Rowena mentioned a certain Church not very far off.
"Canon Villars is a most earnest preacher," she said. "Have you ever heard him?"
"No, I'll bring Mysie round there!"
He got up to go.
"I must not transgress again; but if only you were with one of these philanthropic useful women of the day, how much happier you would be."
"You don't know Mrs. Burke," Rowena said gravely. "You only judge by outer appearances."
He looked at her with a flicker of a smile in his eyes.
"A tree is known by its fruits."
"Good-bye," said Rowena very sweetly. "I will let you have the last word, though it is a woman's prerogative."