He isn't at all fancy-looking; you'd take him for an energetic business man or a doctor, if you didn't know him.

So you see, Joan, this correct little wife of mine has been a little, just a little, prejudiced." He drew her again gently backwards and nearer his seat, but she caught his wrists in her slim hands, and rising from the chair at the same moment, dexterously slipped from his embrace with her back towards him.
"I do not know why I should be unprejudiced by anything you've told me," she said, sharply closing the book of sermons, and, with her back still to her husband, reinstating it formally in its place on the cabinet.
"It's probably one of his many scandalous pursuits of defenceless and believing women, and he, no doubt, goes off to Boston, laughing at you for thinking him in earnest; and as ready to tell his story to anybody else and boast of his double deceit." Her voice had a touch of human asperity in it now, which he had never before noticed, but recognizing, as he thought, the human cause, it was far from exciting his displeasure.
"Wrong again, Joan; he's waiting here at the Independence House for me to see him to-morrow," he returned, cheerfully.

"And I believe him so much in earnest that I would be ready to swear that not another person will ever know the story but you and I and he.

No, it is a real thing with him; he's dead in love, and it's your duty as a Christian to help him." There was a moment of silence.

Mrs.Blandford remained by the cabinet, methodically arranging some small articles displaced by the return of the book.