Not at the poisonous hint as to how money could be got to keep on paying for that room, for the hint passed wide of Susan.

She was agitated by the thought: if Mrs.
Wylie should learn that she was not respectable! If Mrs.Wylie should learn that she was nameless--was born in disgrace so deep that, no matter how good she might be, she would yet be classed with the wicked.
"I'm down like a thousand of brick on any woman that is at all loose with the men," continued the landlady.

"I never could understand how any woman could so far forget herself." And the woman whom the men had all her life been helping to their uttermost not to "forget herself" looked sharp suspicion and envy at Susan, the lovely.

Why are women of the Mrs.Wylie sort so swift to suspect?
Can it be that in some secret chamber of their never assailed hearts there lurks a longing--a feeling as to what they would do if they had the chance?
Mrs.Wylie continued, "I hope you have strict Christian principles ?" "I was brought up Presbyterian," said Susan anxiously.

She was far from sure that in Cincinnati and by its Mrs.Wylies Presbyterian would be regarded as Christian.
"There's your kind of a church a few squares from here," was all Mrs.Wylie deigned to reply.