“To see the parson, or his sister?”
“Both. We have a great deal to discuss, about the designs for the new stained-glass windows, which have just come from London.”
“Very interesting; but they will keep for a day. I fancy I could show you something quite as interesting, in my laboratory.”
“I hate the laboratory,” she cried, “and those horrible experiments.”
“My dear, you should not hate what your husband loves.”
“I don’t mean that I hate them, quite; but I think them so useless!”
“More useless than stained-glass windows?”
“It is certainly not useless to beautify the House of God. Oh, I do so wish you could feel as I do about these things! What is the world without them?”
“Without stained-glass windows?” I suggested sarcastically.
She flushed impatiently.