"You interrupt, Jerry—"
"Neither Una nor I are interested in what you're saying," he cried hoarsely, while the rest of the company stared at him.
"I am, Jerry," said Una's voice very coolly. Except for Marcia, perhaps, she was the least ruffled person in the room. "I want very much to hear the rest of the story," she added. "It has possibilities."
Marcia laughed.
"Possibilities, yes. There isn't much left to tell except that the girl spent the afternoon and the evening in the cabin with the beautiful young man and then went over the wall the way she came. Now what I wanted to know, Una dear, is whether you think that morality, conventional or unconventional, can stand a test like that."
Una was silent for a moment and then her words came slowly, rather wistfully.
"Was she a friend of yours?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, a friend."
"And did you know her for any length of time to be honorable, upright, decent?"
"Oh, yes, quite so."