“How you women,” I said, “do worry about mere looks! What does it matter? If you want to know, it is that sort of face that grows upon you. At first you do not notice how beautiful it is, but when you come to look into it—”
“And has she also formed a high opinion of Dick?” interrupted Ethelbertha.
“She will be disappointed in him,” I said, “if he does not work hard and stick to it. They will all be disappointed in him.”
“What’s it got to do with them?” demanded Ethelbertha.
“I’m not thinking about them,” I said. “What I look at is—”
“I don’t like her,” said Ethelbertha. “I don’t like any of them.”
“But—” She didn’t seem to be listening.
“I know that class of man,” she said; “and the wife appears, if anything, to be worse. As for the girl—”
“When you come to know them—” I said.
She said she didn’t want to know them. She wanted to go down on Monday, early.