Mrs. Pope found her husband seated at the desk in the ultra-Protestant
study, meditating gloomily.
"I've been talking to her," she said, "She's in a state of terrible
distress."
"She ought to be," said Mr. Pope.
"Philip, you don't understand Marjorie."
"I don't."
"You think she was kissing that man."
"Well, she was."
"You can think _that_ of her!"