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. She's a 'Temperance' or a
'Charity' or a 'Resignation,' or something of that kind. You'll find her
name there in French somewhere at the foot of the marble."

Leyton saw his mistake, but felt--as others sometimes felt--a doubt
whether this smileless man was not inwardly laughing at him. He replied,
with a keen, rapid glance at his host:--