"Stainton." Newberry accepted the amendment. "What's wrong with him?"
"Oh," said Ethel, her fingers twisting in her lap, "it's not that. There's nothing wrong with him."
"Well, then!" Preston spoke as if his wife's admission settled the matter.
But it did not settle the matter.
"Only he is not——" Ethel added: "Is he quite a gentleman?"
Newberry sighed as one sighs at a child that will not comprehend the simplest statement.
"It's hard for art to compete with Nature," said he; "a gentleman is man-made, but Nature can do better when she wants."
"We don't really know him."
"I know a good deal about him, Ethel. Enough for present purposes."
"From Mr. Holt?"