As soon as they were alone in the parlor Mrs.Hale turned to her sister: "Only that our guests seemed to be as anxious to go just now as you were to pack them off, I should have been shocked at your inhospitality.

What has come over you, Kate?
These are the very people you have reproached me so often with not being civil enough to." "But WHO are they ?" "How do I know?
There is YOUR BROTHER'S letter." She usually spoke of her husband as "John." This slight shifting of relationship and responsibility to the feminine mind was significant.
Kate was a little frightened and remorseful.
"I only meant you don't even know their names." "That wasn't necessary for giving them a bed and bandages.

Do you suppose the good Samaritan ever asked the wounded Jew's name, and that the Levite did not excuse himself because the thieves had taken the poor man's card-case?
Do the directions, 'In case of accident,' in your ambulance rules, read, 'First lay the sufferer on his back and inquire his name and family connections'?
Besides, you can call one 'Ned' and the other 'George,' if you like." "Oh, you know what I mean," said Kate, irrelevantly.

"Which is George ?" "George is the wounded man," said Mrs.Hale; "NOT the one who talked to you more than he did to any one else.

I suppose the poor man was frightened and read dismissal in your eyes." "I wish John were here." "I don't think we have anything to fear in his absence from men whose only wish is to get away from us.