"In one way."
"Why shouldn't one have the pleasure, then, and the good, if he isn't a
Christian?"
"The pleasanter he is, I suppose the more danger, grandmother would think."
"Danger of what?"
"You know, Madge, it is not my say-so, nor even grandmother's. You know, Christians are not of the world."
"But they must see the world."
"If we were to see much of that sort of person, we might get to wishing to see them always."
"By 'that sort of person' I suppose you mean Mr. Dillwyn? Well, I have got so far as that already. I wish I could see such people always."
"I am sorry."
"Why? You ought to be glad at my good taste."