We behave like a parcel of peasants with our women.

We think that if no harm is meant or thought, we may risk any sort of appearance, and we do things that are scandalously improper simply because they are innocent.

That may be all very well at home, but people who prefer that sort of thing had better stay there, where our peasant manners won't make them conspicuous." As their train ran northward out of Wurzburg that afternoon, Mrs.March recurred to the general's closing words.

"That was a slap at Mrs.Adding for letting Kenby go off with her." She took up the history of the past twenty-four hours, from the time March had left her with Miss Triscoe when he went with her father and the Addings and Kenby to see that church.

She had had no chance to bring up these arrears until now, and she atoned to herself for the delay by making the history very full, and going back and adding touches at any point where she thought she had scanted it.