"Mrs. Percivale, do you accept this as a correct representation of your difference?"
"Well," I answered, hesitating—"yes, on the whole. All I object to is the word dignity."
"I retract it," cried Roger, "and accept any substitute you prefer."
"Let it stand," I returned. "It will do as well as a better. I only wish to say that it was not exactly my dignity"—
"No, no; your sense of propriety," said my husband; and then sat silent for a minute or two, pondering like a judge. At length he spoke:—
"Wife," he said, "you might have gone with your brother, I think; but I quite understand your disinclination. At the same time, a more generous judgment of Miss Clare might have prevented any difference of feeling in the matter."
"But," I said, greatly inclined to cry, "I only postponed my judgment concerning her."
And I only postponed my crying, for I was very much ashamed of myself.