"Well, I don't like him."
"Nor I. Don't let yourself be drawn into much talk with him."
"No? Then there is somebody you don't like, Mr. Heron. That's a healthy sign. I really thought you liked all men and all women, without exception."
"Well, I am not good at disliking people, but I don't like him, and I didn't like to see him talking to you."
"Indeed? Yet he is a political ally of yours and of Mr. Money now."
"That's a different thing; and I don't know anything very bad of him, only I had rather you didn't have too much to say to him. He's a rowdy—that's all. If I had a sister, I shouldn't care to have him for an acquaintance of hers."
"Is it a vice to know him?"
"Almost, for women," Heron said abruptly; and presently, having left Minola, interposed, as if without thinking of it, between Lucy Money and St. Paul, who was engaging her in conversation.
CHAPTER XIV.
A MIDNIGHT CONFIDENCE.