"No, and for that reason he admires her."
"Indeed."
"Yes, and she was over there and sort a 'bawled' them out over what they were doing. Understand that she just spat it in the Elder's face and he had to take it."
"Well?"
"Yes. You see Blanche got married this last summer, and didn't quite please her mother."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes, Mary Merley is a friend of mine, and frankly she almost told me that she wished Blanche had married some one on your order.
"Oh!...."
"Yes, she did. And meant it! She admired your type, and I know she would have been more fully pleased in such an event."
He was silent.