He had from time to time found in himself a sinful longing that she were just a little less of an angel, just a little more of a fellow sinner--not too much, of course, for a man wants a pure wife, a pure mother for his children.

But, while the attitudes of worship and of saintliness were cramped, often severely so, still on the whole Arthur had thought he was content with Janet just as she was.
"Why don't you go to Chicago and see her ?" suggested Adelaide.

"You ought to talk with her before anyone else has a chance.

I wouldn't put _anything_ past her mother." "That's a good idea!" exclaimed Arthur, his face clearing before the prospect of action.

"I'll take the night train.