Mystical, lovely, and a wonderful mistress of music, which you adore; really, one would think that the bait must have been specially selected." Crushed though he was, Morris's temper began to rise beneath the lash of Mary's sarcasm.

He knew, however, that it was her method of showing jealousy and displeasure, both of them perfectly natural, and did his best to restrain himself.
"I do not quite understand you," he said.

"Also, you are unjust to her." "Not at all.

I daresay that in herself she was what you think her, a perfect angel; indeed, the descriptions that I have heard from your father and yourself leave no doubt of it in my mind.

But even angels have been put to bad purposes; perhaps their innocence makes it possible to take advantage of them----" He opened his lips to speak, but she held up her hand and went on: "You mustn't think me unsympathetic because I put things as they appear to my very mundane mind.