CHAPTER XX. MAKING PROGRESS
“You really don't mean it,” said Luella severely, “and it's very wrong to say what you don't mean.”
“In society?” I asked blandly. “I'm afraid you're a heretic, L—— Miss Knapp.”
I blushed as I stumbled over her name. She was Luella to me by night and day, but I did not consider myself on a footing to use so thrilling a word in her presence.
“Don't be rude,” she said. “Everything has its place in society.”
“Even prevarication,” I assented.
“Even a polite consideration for the feelings of others,” corrected Luella.
“Then you might have some consideration for mine,” I said in an injured tone.
“But we're not in society,—not just now, that is to say. We're just friends talking together, and you're not to say what you don't mean just for the sake of pleasing my vanity.”