“But,” she said, almost in a whisper, “whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you”—
Mrs. Blair made a gesture of disgust.
“—oh, brother, I didn’t mean to find fault with you. Only with myself. I—I haven’t any right to spend money that I—don’t know about.”
“Well, anything more?” Robert Blair said, a little tired of her foolishness. “My dear, like the parson, you mean well; but you are a great goose!”
As for his wife, she did not even answer Mrs. Eaton’s tremulous “good-night.”
V
The husband and wife looked at each other; then Robert Blair flung his head back with a laugh.
“She is perfectly delicious!”
“She is perfectly ungrateful, and I believe she means it.”
“Oh, nonsense! Lil hasn’t mind enough to mean anything; and I’ll tell you another thing: in spite of her quiet ways, she really has a good deal of worldly wisdom. She knows what it is to those two children to have me interested in them. Don’t worry your little head”—