“I suppose it’s all right; but I never can understand how men can be so merciful to one other’s vices. It looks as if they recognized the seed of them within themselves.”
“Probably that’s the reason.”
“Women don’t feel like that about one another.”
“They haven’t the same cause.”
“I hope he’s doing better—that man—and picking up again.”
“He is.”
She asked, in quite another tone, “You’re not going back to New York to-morrow, are you?”
“I’m not sure—yet.”
“Hilda said she was going to try to persuade you and the Grahams to stay till Tuesday. If you can stay, mamma and I were planning—”