“Yes, dear,” said he.
“But, Thyrsis! He’ll be perfectly horrified!”
“You think so?”
“Why, Thyrsis! Don’t you understand? He’s a clergyman!”
“I know; but it’s the truth—-”
“You don’t know anything about people at all!” she cried. “Can’t you realize? He doesn’t reason about things like you; you can’t appeal to him in that way!”
“Well, what was I to do—-”
“We’ll never see him again!” exclaimed Corydon, in despair.
“That won’t be any worse than it was before, will it?”
“Tell me,” she rushed on, in her agitation. “Did you tell him that I had no idea what you were doing?”