The Christian, who had raised himself in his chair, subsided.
Jane rose from the table.
“Shall we go into the drawing-room and have some music?” she said. “You sing, Dick—or used to.”
As they passed to the drawing-room she said to Channing: “Did I tell you the mark my cousin Dick made—you know what I mean—was the Christian emblem?”
“My dear lady,” said Channing, “I especially dread hurting another person’s religious feelings, and I, what am I? Just a man who thinks his own thoughts, but—”
“Well, if there were anything in it at all, may it not be that the cause of the disturbance was the fact that he touched him?”
“How is that?”
“You have never touched the wire in connection with a running dynamo?”
“No.”