“No social objections to the girl?”
“None. She’s an unusual girl.”
“Attractive?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Well, then–––”
“Oh, James, I want him to marry Elorn! And if he’s going to make himself conspicuous over this Dumont girl, I don’t think I can bear it!”
“What is the objection to the girl, Helen?” he asked, flinging his paper onto a table and drawing nearer the fire.
“She isn’t at all our kind, James–––”
“But you just said–––”