I think, if you will permit me to disagree with you, that they are the noblest women in the world." "Excellent sentiment, Veath," said the merry Ridgeway, "and quite worthy of endorsement by this misguided sister of mine.

She despises the heathen, you know." "Oh, I am sure she does not despise them," cried Veath.
"But I do--I think they ought to be burned alive!" A dead silence, during which the two men were unnecessarily intent upon the contents of their plates, followed this explosion.

Miss Vernon demurely smiled to herself, and finally kicked Hugh's foot.

He laughed aloud suddenly and insanely and then choked.

Veath grew very red in the face, perhaps through restraint.