It may often be good in logic, but it seems to me it is very often bad in real life." "Yes," said Isaacs; "there are cases----" He stopped, and Miss Westonhaugh, who had been very busy over her work, looked quietly up, only to find that he was profoundly interested in the horses cropping the short grass, as far as the saice would let them stretch their necks, on the other side of the lawn.
"I confess," said Miss Westonhaugh, "that my ideas about Mohammedans are chiefly the result of reading the Arabian Nights, ever so long ago.

It seems to me that they treat women as if they had no souls and no minds, and were incapable of doing anything rational if left to themselves.

It is a man's religion.

My uncle says so too, and he ought to know." The conversation was meandering in a kind of vicious circle.

Both Isaacs and I were far too deeply interested in the question to care for such idle discussion.