"Does it? I think of some of the noblest people I have ever known--brave
men--beautiful women--who fought Mrs. Grundy, and perished."
The Dean stood looking down upon her, with an eager, sensitive
expression. Tales that he had heeded very little when he had first
heard them ran through his mind; he had thought Lady Kitty's intimate
tete-a-tete with her husband's assailant in the press disagreeable and
unseemly; and as for Mrs. Alcot, he had disliked her particularly.
Kitty looked up unquelled.
"''Tis better to have fought and lost
Than never to have fought at all--'"
she quoted, with one of her most radiant and provoking smiles.
"Incorrigible!" cried the Dean, catching up his hat. "I see! Once an
Archangel--always an Archangel."
"Oh no!" said Kitty. "There may be 'war in heaven.'"
"Well, don't take Mrs. Alcot for a leader, that's all," said the Dean,
as he held out a hand of farewell.
"And now I understand!" cried Kitty, triumphantly. "You detest my best
friend."
The Dean laughed, protested, and went. Ashe, who had been writing
letters while Kitty and the Dean were talking, escorted the old man to
the door.
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