"But you won't be here to see."
Marion ignored the suggestion. "She seems to have hardened since he came yesterday. I hardly know her; and yet she looks awfully worn to-night, don't you think?"
"Yes, as if she had to keep a hand on herself. But it'll come out all right in the end, you'll see."
"Yes, of course; but she might be sensible and fall in love with Frank at once. That's what she did when—"
"When she didn't know man."
"Yes, but where would you all be if we women acted on what we know of you?"
"On our knees chiefly, as I am. Remember this, Marion, that half a sinner is better than no man."
"You mean that no man is better than half a saint?"
"How you must admire me!"
"Why?"