“Why, of course, Miss Dodge is—she is—er—one of our leading young people, and naturally— She plays our little organ in church and Sunday School. Of course you’ve noticed. She is most useful and—er—helpful.”
Lydia appeared to be considering his words with undue gravity.
“But I didn’t come here this morning to talk to you about another woman,” he said, with undeniable hardihood. “I want to talk to you—to you—and what I have to say—”
Lydia got up from her chair rather suddenly.
“Please excuse me a moment,” she said, quite as if he had not spoken.
He heard her cross the hall swiftly. In a moment she had returned.
“I found this picture on the floor—after they had gone,” she said, and handed him the photograph.
He stared at it with unfeigned astonishment.
“Oh, yes,” he murmured. “Well—?”
“Turn it over,” she urged, somewhat breathlessly.