The Professor composed himself to listen, while she read Jarvis's long screed aloud. At the end he, too, sat thoughtfully a few moments, his finger tips neatly matched in church steeples before him.
"I'm sometimes amazed at your judgment," he said.
"Why my judgment?"
"I never would have seen any possibilities, myself, in the Jarvis whom you married."
"Speaking of cryptic remarks——"
"I was trying to convey to your mind my belief that he may turn out a real man."
"Oh, Jarvis was a good investment. I knew it at the time. Poor old thing, he's frightfully lonesome."
"He ought to come home for a while, on a visit. I am saving several topics for disagreement."
"No, it's better for him to stick it out. No human being ever treated Jarvis like this Miss Harper is treating him, and it's fine for him."
"Aren't you rather Spartan, my dear?"