"And all this leads to--what?"

"It leads to--let me see--oh, yes, it leads to your appearance at my
little gathering. Of course, you'll come. Believe me, you'll not feel
the least uncomfortable. You will be The Girl who Sacrificed her Love
for Conscience' Sake. That's a good enough qualification for distinction
on the part of any girl in these hard times. But I might have known long
ago that you would play this part. That sweetly pathetic voice, with
that firm mouth and those lovely soft gray eyes that would seem to a
casual observer to neutralize the firmness of the mouth. Oh, yes, my
Phyllis, you have undoubtedly _la physionomie du role_."

"What _role_?"

"The _role_ of the girl who is on the side of the Bible."

"I am certainly on the side of the Bible."

"And so am I. So I will look for you to be by my side on Tuesday
week, and as often as you please in the meantime. By the way, you will
probably meet Herbert Courtland at our house. He is the New Guinea man,
you know."

"Of course I know. You talk of wanting heroes in orthodoxy at your
house, while you have Mr. Courtland, the New Guinea explorer, drinking
his tea at your elbow? Oh, go away!"

"I hope you will like him. We saw a good deal of him in Italy, and will
probably see a good deal of him here."