"I don't know," said Miss Callis, "that I should be disposed to listen to him if he did. He would have to put it in some other light."
"Why should you object?" I asked. "Isabel is quite a proper person to marry him. Much more so, I often think, than I."
"Oh!" said Miss Callis without meaning to. "I think he has outgrown that taste. In fact, he told me so."
"He is for ever seeking a fresh bosom for a confidence!" I cried.
Miss Callis looked at me with more interest than she would have wished to express.
"What do you really think of him?" she asked. "I sometimes feel as if I had known you for years," and she took my hand.
I gave hers a gentle pressure, and edged a little nearer. "He has good shoulders," I remarked critically.
"You would hardly marry him for his shoulders!"
"It doesn't seem quite enough," I admitted, "but then—his information is always so accurate."
"If you think you would like living with an encyclopedia." Miss Callis had begun to look embarrassed by my hand, but I still permitted it to nestle confidingly in hers.