Katherine Bush was perfectly aware of this, and when she thought he had felt emotion enough for the occasion, she drew them back as naturally as she had given them.
"I am always asking myself questions about such things," she remarked, in a tone of speculative matter-of-factness. "I am so often seeing contradictions since I have been here—My former conclusions are a little upset."
"What were they?" He had returned to his chair. He was no novice to be carried away by his sensations, and he knew very well that to indulge them further at present would be very unwise, and perhaps check a most promising amusement.
"I believed that birth and breeding gave fine ears and fine ankles and fine hands—as well as moral qualities."
"And you have been disappointed?"
"Yes, very—have not you?"
"No, because I have had no illusions—one never can tell where a side cross comes in, or what will be the effect of overbreeding—that runs to enormities sometimes."
"I suppose so—"
"And have the moral qualities surprised you also?"
"Oh, yes—more than the physical; I have seen and heard what I would have thought were common things even at Bindon's Green."