"Or even as I do," I supplied.
"Well, perhaps not even as you do," she answered calmly. "I believe you once told me, however, that you thought him a fanatic, but sincere."
"He's certainly a fanatic!" I exclaimed.
"But sincere, Hugh-you still think him sincere."
"You seem a good deal concerned about a man you've laid eyes on but once."
She considered this.
"Yes, it is surprising," she admitted, "but it's true. I was sorry for him, but I admired him. I was not only impressed by his courage in taking charge of me, but also by the trust and affection the work-people showed. He must be a good man, however mistaken he may be in the methods he employs. And life is cruel to those people."
"Life is-life," I observed. "Neither you nor I nor Krebs is able to change it."
"Has he come here to practice?" she asked, after a moment.
"Yes. Do you want me to invite him to dinner?" and seeing that she did not reply I continued: "In spite of my explanation I suppose you think, because Krebs defended the man Galligan, that a monstrous injustice has been done."