"
"That's all you know about it!" said Jock. "She is not that sort.
The poverty is nothing, but there's a fitness in things. Women, the
best of them, think much of what I suppose you call the row. It fits
in with all their chivalry and romance."
"Then she's a fool," said John, shortly.
"I can't stand any more of this, Monk, I tell you. You know just
nothing at all about it, and I've no right to complain, nor any one
to bait me with questions."
The Monk took the hint, and when they reached their own street Jock
said—-
"You meant it all kindly, Reverend Friar, but there are things that
won't stand probing, as you'll know some day."
"Poor old chap," said John, with his hand on his shoulder, "I'll not
bother you any more. The veil shall be sacred. If this has been
going on all the time, I wonder you have carried it off so well!"
"Ali is a caution," said Jock, who had shaken himself into his
ordinary manner. "What would become of Babie with two blighted
beings on her hands? Besides, he has some excuse, and I have not."
After this at every carriage to which Lucas bowed, John frowned, and
scanned the inmates in search of the fair deceiver, never making a
guess in the right direction.
John had enough of the Kencroft character not to be original.
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