"You ought to have been born in Abelard's time,—you've such a disputatious spirit. That's I don't know how many times you have contradicted me to-day."
"Pardon."
"I wonder if you are so easy with all women."
"I don't know many."
"I shall watch to see if you contradict Lu this way."
"I don't need. How absorbed she is! Mr. Dudley is 'interesting'?"
"I don't know. No. But then, Lu is a good girl, and he's her minister,—a Delphic oracle. She thinks the sun and moon set somewhere round Mr. Dudley. Oh! I mean to show him my amber."
And I tossed it into Lu's lap, saying,—
"Show it to Mr. Dudley, Lu,—and ask him if it isn't divine!"
Of course, he was shocked, and wouldn't go into ecstasies at all; tripped on the adjective.