"What an appalling code for a Sunday school teacher!"
"Do not laugh. I have had an offer."
"Of marriage?" asked Vanbrugh, looking at her.
"No. If I had, I would not tell you. I have been offered twenty-five dollars a month to teach at a Sunday school—a visitor, who did not know me, you see, and wished to engage me."
"And you refused?"
"Yes. Foolish of me, was it not? Twenty-five dollars—just think!"
"It is a lot of money," laughed Vanbrugh.
"Several pairs of gloves," said Dolly gravely. "But I refused. You know the proverb—'be virtuous and you will be happy, but you will not have a good time.'"
"And you mean to have a good time. I have always been meaning to—but it is rather dull, all by myself. I am not young enough to be gay alone—nor old enough to enjoy being sour."
"There is a remedy—get married!" Dolly smiled, looked grave, and then smiled again.