"No!" she said, sharply. "I'm not thinking of his having agreed with
_me_ and fooling _me_ about it. He just wanted to make a pleasant
impression on a girl, and said anything he thought would please her. I
don't care whether he does things like that or not. What I care about
is that the _principle_ didn't reach him and that he mocked it! I don't
care about a petty treachery to me, personally, but I--"

Fraternal loyalty could not quite brook this. "Brother Colburn is a
perfectly honor'ble man," said Ramsey, solemnly. "He is one of the most
honor'ble men in this--"

"Of course!" she cried. "Oh, can't I make you understand that I'm not
condemning him for a little flattery to me? I don't care two straws
for his showing that _I_ didn't influence him. He doesn't interest me,
please understand."

Ramsey was altogether perplexed. "Well, I don't see what makes you go
for him so hard, then."

"I don't."

"But you said he was treach--"

"I don't _condemn_ him for it," she insisted, despairingly. "Don't you
see the difference? I'm not condemning anybody; I'm only lamenting.

"What about?

"About all of you that want _war_!"