"I want your help to find my brother."
"Why should you want to find him? You cannot do him any good!"
"Who can tell that? If Christ came to seek and save his lost, we ought to seek and save our lost."
"Young men don't go wrong for the mere sake of going wrong: you may find him in such a position as will make it impossible for you to have anything to do with him."
"You know that line of Spenser's.—
Entire affection hateth nicer hands'?"
asked Hester.
"No, I don't know it; and I don't know that I understand it now you tell it me," replied the major, just a little crossly, for he did not like poetry; it was one of his bugbear humbugs. "But one thing is plain: you must not expose yourself to what in such a search would be unavoidable."
The care of men over some women would not seldom be ludicrous but for the sad suggested contrast of their carelessness over others.
"Answer me one question, dear major Marvel," said Hester: "Which is in most danger from disease—the healthy or the sickly?"