D----
(with her Sunday things on her arm) amazed.
"She told me she was going to hear you, to show you that she could be quite
as tolerant as yourself. She expects you to return the compliment, and go
to her benefit."
Poor Pendlam hardly knew what to say in his confusion. Susan spoke up,--
"Why didn't you point her out to me? I have such a curiosity to see her."
"It was to her I took off my hat, coming away from the church door."
"To her!" broke forth Mrs. D----, "to an actress! Horatio, I'm ashamed of
you. You wouldn't have caught me walking with you, if I had known!" She
shook her Sunday things indignantly; and there was another general smile,
as she took these representatives of her piety abruptly out of the room.
"Ail this is very interesting," said Pendlam, recovering his equanimity. "I
wonder what sort of a sermon I shall preach next Sabbath?"
We were invited to stay to luncheon. Horatio consented; but I declined, and
took my leave, much to the gratification of Susan's mother, no doubt.
Some months passed before I again saw Pendlam. Our next meeting was in the
street.
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