Round spots of color had come out on Miss Emelene's long cheeks.
"A man who can think like that has the true—the true—what shall I say, Alys?"
"But, ladies, I protest that I'm not—"
"Has the true chivalry of spirit, Emelene, that the women are too stark raving mad to appreciate. You can't come here, Mr. Evans, to two women to whom womanliness and love of home, thank God, are still uppermost and try to convert us to—"
Here Mr. Evans executed a triple gyration, to the annoyance of Hanna, who withdrew from the gesture, and raised his voice to a shout that was not without a note of command.
"Convert you! Why women alive, what I've been bursting a blood vessel trying to say during the length of this interview is that I'd as soon dip my soul in boiling oil as try to convert you away from the cause. My cause! Our cause!"
"Why—"
"I'm here to tell you that I'm with my partner head-over-heels on the plank he has taken."
"But we thought—"
"We thought you and Betty Sheridan—why, my cousin Genevieve Remington told me that—"