Rushbrook lived en garcon, with feminine possibilities; Leyton was a married man and a deacon.

The incident which, to a man of the world, would have brought only a smile, fired the inexperienced Leyton with those exaggerated ideas and intense credulity regarding vice common to some very good men.

He walked on tip-toe to the door, and peered into the passage.

At that moment Rushbrook entered from the opposite door of the room.
"Well," said Rushbrook, with his usual practical directness, "what do you think of her ?" Leyton, still flushed, and with eyebrows slightly knit, said, awkwardly, that he had scarcely seen her.
"She cost me already ten thousand dollars, and I suppose I'll have to eventually fix up a separate room for her somewhere," continued Rushhrook.
"I should certainly advise it," said Leyton, quickly, "for really, Rushbrook, you know that something is due to the respectable people who come here, and any of them are likely to see"-- "Ah!" interrupted Rushbrook, seriously, "you think she hasn't got on clothes enough.

Why, look here, old man--she's one of the Virtues, and that's the rig in which they always travel.