"Well, you see, she ain't your sort exactly," Mrs. Marx added, but not as if she were depressed by the consideration. "And then, Lois is religious."
"You don't think that is a difficulty? Mrs. Marx, I am not a religious man myself; at least I have never made any profession; but I assure you I have a great respect for religion."
"That is what folks say of something a great way off, and that they don't want to come nearer."
"My mother and sister are members of the church; and I should like my wife to be, too."
"Why?"
"I told you, I have a great respect for religion; and I believe in it especially for women."
"I don't see why what's good for them shouldn't be good for you."
"That need be no hindrance," Tom urged.
"Well, I don' know. I guess Lois would think it was. And maybe you would think it was, too,—come to find out. I guess you'd better let things be, Mr. Caruthers."
Tom looked very gloomy. "You think she would not have me?" he repeated.