My women love me." "What of that ?" he asked.

"Of course they love you.

But they're Mormon women." Jane's old, rebellious loyalty clashed with her doubt.
"I won't believe it," she replied, stubbornly.
"Well then, just act natural an' talk natural, an' pretty soon--give them time to hear us--pretend to go over there to the table, en' then quick-like make a move for the door en' open it." "I will," said Jane, with heightened color.

Lassiter was right; he never made mistakes; he would not have told her unless he positively knew.

Yet Jane was so tenacious of faith that she had to see with her own eyes, and so constituted that to employ even such small deceit toward her women made her ashamed, and angry for her shame as well as theirs.