John Clayton's voice, half ironical, had an undertone of seriousness.
"A heroic soul! A heroic soul!" The Irishman raised his monocle again. "I didn't suppose savages had souls. I've always imagined this fad about souls came with civilization."
"I have begun to think," answered his companion, "that with much of the so-called civilization, men and women are losing their souls. Miss Bright is a remarkable woman. She believes in the possibilities of every man and woman. It is her purpose in life to awaken the soul wherever she finds it dormant or atrophied."
"Indeed!"
Again the monocle was raised, and the Irishman's curious gaze was fixed upon the American girl, then engaged in conversation with a cowboy.
Patrick Murphy now interrupted this dialogue.
"Lord Kelwin, we wants yez ter dance an Irish jig."
The lord lifted his eyebrows.
"There's no one to dance an Irish jig with me unless you do it yourself, Patrick."
Here there was a general laugh.