Fraternal loyalty could not quite brook this. “Brother Colburn is a perfectly honor'ble man,” said Ramsey, solemnly. “He is one of the most honor'ble men in this—”
“Of course!” she cried. “Oh, can't I make you understand that I'm not condemning him for a little flattery to me? I don't care two straws for his showing that I didn't influence him. He doesn't interest me, please understand.”
Ramsey was altogether perplexed. “Well, I don't see what makes you go for him so hard, then.”
“I don't.”
“But you said he was treach—”
“I don't condemn him for it,” she insisted, despairingly. “Don't you see the difference? I'm not condemning anybody; I'm only lamenting.
“What about?
“About all of you that want war!”
“My golly!” Ramsey exclaimed. “You don't think those Dutchmen were right to drown babies and—”
“No! I think they were ghastly murderers! I think they were detestable and fiendish and monstrous and—”