"No," I admitted, "he is certainly not a thief."
"And he doesn't drink."
"No."
"And he doesn't gamble."
"No," I conceded somewhat grudgingly.
"And——" she hesitated.
"He doesn't go off with other men's wives, you want to say."
"That's it. Your father is—is quite moral."
"It's a pity he is," I said laughing. "If only he would run away with someone you could get a divorce."
Dear mother looked terribly shocked, and glanced fearfully at the door.