Theology! Oh, my Phyllis, haven't you read in history, true history--novels written by men who know us and how we were created, and why--haven't you read what women do when they truly love a man?
How they fling every consideration to the winds: heaven--home--husband--God--Mrs.
Grundy?
Theology! Ah, you are a healthy girl.

You never cared a scrap for George Holland.

You were glad when the excuse presented itself in order to throw him over." "Yes; I believe that is quite true." Ella's cry of surprise, and her laugh that followed, shocked her companion, and feeling that this was the case, the one who laughed hastened to make her apologies.
"Don't be annoyed with me, dear," she cried.

"But I really couldn't help that laugh when I thought of your earnestness the week before last.

Then, you will remember, you were in great pain because of the heterodoxy of George Holland.