"You didn't see it and you always gave way and smoothed things over."
"There never was anything to smooth over. Till this infernal religious question started——"
"It was religion to-day, it'll be the colour of your eyes or the shape of your nose to-morrow."
Loring stared at me as though suspicious of an ill-timed humour.
"You're wrong, George, absolutely wrong. I know you're wrong."
I shrugged my shoulders and left it at that.
"I'll do whatever you think best," I said.
"I knew you would!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Well, I've told you. You must go round to-morrow morning——"
"And if she refuses to see me?"