"Do you believe them?" she asked, jamming her trowel up to its hilt in the soft earth.
"Of course I do not."
"Right you are," she said. "I know the whole story, and it's nothing to be ashamed of, I give you my word."
"You relieve me immensely."
"It's merely American enterprise," continued the old lady. "That's why they call her the Leopard."
"The Leopard— I don't understand. She asked me to call her that."
"Well, I won't steal her thunder. She'll tell you herself."
"But she is married?"
"Oh, yes."
The Bishop sighed.