“You are quite sure you haven't noticed anything, Jake?”
“Quite.”
“Not this new bent of hers?”
“Oh, you mean her religious interests? Why, they're natural enough. I thought them rather hopeful.”
“Hopeful!” repeated the judge bristling.
“Yes, certainly; religion's a good thing for any one.”
“Religion!” and the judge snorted the word with angry contempt “Well, if you choose to call it religion!”
“What do you call it?” inquired Benson.
“Observe me, Jake; a man seems as necessary to some women's religion as a God. In her case, it's that long-legged scarecrow from India! You mark my words, the little fool will marry him! Well, she could 'a done better.”
“What!” cried Benson. “Dr. Stillman; no!”