"Yes; but somebody said: 'I bet that fellow has so many girls!' I didn't agree with them. I don't think you have any; you are too preoccupied to give them serious thought. Perhaps that is why the girl allowed herself to be taken away...."
He now looked at her. His lips, for one moment, had started to speak, and then he seemed to think better of it, and said nothing.
"Everyone I sell the book to cries when they have read it: 'If I had been that fellow, I'd have kicked that old preacher into Hades.' It's what you tell in the last part of the book that arouses the people. But they all think he acted with poor judgment in the end; but if he hadn't allowed that to come to pass, I would never have known you." Miss Palmer was tantalizing.
"Out in this Rosebud Country, of which the story is told, are there no colored people?"
"None."
"I should think it would be dreadfully lonesome."
"Why so? The white people are kind and sociable."
"Yes, but I would prefer my kind. Still, I suppose if one lived there and had their all there, it would be different."
"Yes," he agreed, "it would be different."
"You will, no doubt, marry one of the many girls you meet before you return, and then live happily ever afterwards."