“And is this also your idea of right, Miss Fullerton?” asked Temperley, turning, in some trepidation, to Hadria.
“That seems to me right in the abstract. One can’t pronounce for particular cases where circumstances are entangled.”
Hubert sank back in his chair, and ran his hand over his brow. He seemed about to speak, but he checked himself.
“Where did you get such extraordinary ideas from?” cried Miss Temperley.
“They were like Topsy; they growed,” said Fred.
“We have been in the habit of speculating freely on all subjects,” said Ernest, “ever since we could talk. This is the blessed result!”
“I am not quite so sure now, that the Preposterous Society meets with my approval,” observed Miss Temperley.
“If you had been brought up in the bosom of this Society, Miss Temperley, you too, perhaps, would have come to this. Think of it!”
“Does your mother know what sort of subjects you discuss?”
There was a shout of laughter. “Mother used often to come into the nursery and surprise us in hot discussion on the origin of evil,” said Hadria.