Don't you think,"
she asked anxiously, "that if she really cared about him she would have
done some of these things?"
"From my observation of ladies and clergymen," replied Gay seriously, "I
should think that she would most likely have done all of them."
She appeared relieved, he thought, by the warmth of his protestation.
Actually Mr. Mullen had contributed a decided piquancy to the episode.
"I'm afraid, Blossom," he said after a moment, "that I am beginning
to be a little jealous of the Reverend Mullen. By the way, what is the
Christian name of the paragon?"
"Orlando, sir."
"Ye Gods! The horror grows! Describe him to me, but paint him mildly if
you wish me to survive it."
For a minute she thought very hard, as though patiently striving to
invoke a mental image.
"He's a little taller than you, but not quite--not quite so broad."
"Thank you, you _have_ put it mildly."
"He has the most beautiful curly hair--real chestnut--that grows in two
peaks high on his forehead. His eyes are grey and his mouth is small,
with the most perfect teeth. He doesn't wear any moustache, you see, to
hide them, and they flash a great deal when he preaches---"
"Hold on!"
"I beg you pardon, sir.
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