"I didn't say anything funny. You'll love your husband, I suppose, that you're always talking about having—and I'll stick to Miss Hartill. It's perfectly simple."
But Cynthia was still laughing. Louise grew irritable under her amused glances, and would have turned away, but Cynthia flung her arm about her.
"Stop! Don't you really know?"
"What?"
"The difference."
Cynthia's eyes shone oddly. Louise moved uneasily, disconcerted by their expression.
Cynthia continued.
"Hasn't any one told you? Why, with the books you've read——Haven't you read the Bible ever?"
"Of course!" Louise was indignant. "I've been right through—four times."
"And you've never noticed? Good Lord! That's all I read it for."