“ ‘Man was made in the image of God.’ She believes it still?”
“Yes,” said Launa, “and she accepts with thankfulness ideas from any man.”
“If she were a young woman this might be attractive and new. I will go to see this Adamite. What must I say?”
“Be indefinite.”
“Headache and weariness for disease; absolute quiet and rest for the remedies,” he replied. “I quite understand. May I come again? Above all I would like to be with you at Shelton.”
“Do come. I should be so glad.”
“I could wish you would not—could not express it so easily. Where does this lady live?”
“In the Fulham Road.”
He sighed. The prospect of the long drive did not cheer him.
“You will take my brougham. I have ordered it for you.”