"But he's as good as dead so far as you're concerned," interjected Loretta.
Without heeding this pertinent remark Constance proceeded to state the so-called spiritual objections with succinct fervor. She felt the desire to reiterate aloud their complete potency.
Loretta listened closely, but with obvious bewilderment and disdain. Even now she seemed unable to credit her companion's announcement as genuine.
"If your clergyman won't marry you, get a justice of the peace. That's just as good."
Constance shook her head. "From my point of view remarriage would be sinful—impure."
Loretta leaned back on the lounge where she was sitting and clasped her hands behind her head. She appeared to be at a loss to find words to express her feelings.
"And you mean to tell me that you've let that man go—the man you love and who'd give you a fine home and be a fond husband to you—for such a reason as that?"
"Yes," answered Constance, stanchly.
"Then all I can say is you didn't deserve such luck. He's too good for you."
Loretta's conviction went so deep that she had become grave, and, so to speak, dignified in her language.