"I don't mean to say that the lady had been suffering; on the contrary, I think she'd been having a good time. The book, by the way, was the life of some Roman saint—but good times of that sort are not to be indulged in by a lady about to have a baby."
"What did Leonard say?"
"Oh, he was amenable—more so than I expected. Of course, I said nothing about the Catholic book. Leonard is like prospective fathers, easily scared. They are much more tractable than prospective mothers; so I scared him."
The more easily that Leonard had been willing to be scared.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE MUSIC OF THE CHORUS OF THE ANGUISH OF THE DAMNED.
"Socrates," observed Miss Achsah, "is damned."
"If you say so, he must be," was the sarcastic rejoinder of Tabitha Cone.
Miss Claghorn, with a stern gaze at her companion, opened Hodge's Commentary on The Confession of Faith and read: "'The heathen in mass, with no single, definite and unquestioned example on record, are evidently strangers to God and going down to death in an unsaved condition.' That," she said, "settles Socrates."