He exploded: and his wounded pride gave him bitterness.
"My good girl," he said, "Catholics simply loathe it.

And even, personally, I think it's beastly." "Well--I ..." "I think it's beastly," said Frank didactically.

"A good girl like you, well-brought-up, good parents, nice home, religious--instead of which "-- he ended in a burst of ironical reminiscence--"you go traveling about with a--" he checked himself--"a man who isn't your husband.

Why don't you marry him ?" "I can't!" wailed Gertie, suddenly stricken again with remorse; "his wife's alive." Frank jumped.

Somehow that had never occurred to him.