“I think,” commented the listener, “that he behaved with extraordinary impudence.”

“In the first proposal? But I myself attach no importance to the marriage ceremony.”

“Then why did you insist upon it?” asked Mary, with a smile that might have become sarcastic but that her eye met Rhoda’s.

“Would you have received us?”

“In the one case as readily as in the other.”

Rhoda was silent and darkly thoughtful.

“Perhaps I never felt entire confidence in him.”

Mary smiled and sighed.

CHAPTER XXVIII
THE BURDEN OF FUTILE SOULS