His words caused such a thrill of delight that, remembering what a tell-tale face I had, I turned my head to watch intently the white sails of a ship far away to the left; but I presently bethought myself to inquire what our special inheritance was.
"That which Eve left her daughters—deceit."
"But, Mr. Winthrop, we are alike descendants of hers; and the sons as often take after their mother as their father."
"That is not a bad hit. It never occurred to me before. Men and women, however, are different; whether created so originally we do not know. But sometimes we meet a woman combining the best qualities of both sexes; but so far as my experience goes, they are the rarest product of creative skill. I dare say there are men occasionally combining the same beautiful qualities."
"I think Mr. Bowen does."
"Have you ever told him as much?" Mr. Winthrop asked, with an odd smile.
"No, I have scarcely said anything to him about his goodness. I like best to let him do the talking when we are together."
"I am getting curious to see that man."
"Oh, Mr. Winthrop, if you would only come with me to their church. They are having wonderful meetings, and people are getting converted."
"What church is it?"