"He isn't seeing much of Evelyn, I think," said Mrs. Whipple. "And he's a great friend of Warry's. They may offset each other."
"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the general, "I don't see any use in worrying over Evelyn Porter and her suitors. She'll have plenty of them. And when she gets good and ready she'll up and marry one of them."
"No girl with at least three possibilities in one town, to say nothing of dozens she may have elsewhere, need be a subject of commiseration," said Mrs. Whipple.
"But," began the bishop slowly, "it might be better to eliminate at least one."
"Not Warry!" threw in Mrs. Whipple.
"Not Saxton," added the general. "I like him; he's polite and thoughtful about us old folks."
The bishop had risen, knowing that the climax of a conversation is best given standing.
"I shouldn't cut out either of them," he said, smiling.