You've got a mighty good son-in-law, Solomon."
"Yes," said Solomon, sourly, "yes, but Judy's a fool."
The confession had burst from an overburdened soul, for like Gay
he could tolerate no divergence from the straight line of duty, no
variation from the traditional type, in any woman who was related to
him. Men would be men, he was aware, but if any phrase so original as
"women will be women" had been propounded to him, he would probably have
retorted with philosophic cynicism, that "he did not see the necessity."
His vision was enclosed in a circle beyond which he could not penetrate
even if he had desire to, and the conspicuous fact within this circle
at the moment was that Judy had made a fool of herself--that she had
actually burst out crying in church when Mr. Mullen had announced his
acceptance of a distant call! He was sorry for Abel, because Judy was
his wife, but, since it is human nature to exaggerate the personal
element, he was far sorrier for himself because she was his daughter.
"Yes, Judy's a fool," he repeated angrily, and there was a bitter
comfort in the knowledge that he had first put into words the thought
that had engaged every mind at the ordinary.
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