"This," Sylvia repeated, "appears to be a boring place."
"You won't say so to-morrow," the priest said. "There's two young fellows. . . . And a sort of policeman to trepan away from your mother's maid!"
"That," Sylvia answered, "is meant to be bitter. But it doesn't hurt. I am done with men." She added suddenly: "Mother, didn't you one day, while you were still young, say that you had done with men? Firmly! And mean it?"
Mrs. Satterthwaite said:
"I did."
"And did you keep to it?" Sylvia asked.
Mrs. Satterthwaite said:
"I did."
"And shall I, do you imagine?"
Mrs. Satterthwaite said: