"Including yourself, I hope," suggested Palmerston. "Yes, of course. I don't feel quite able to give up all my prospects just for a notion; and yet I want to do the square thing by Emeline. It's queer about women--especially Emeline. I've often thought if there was only men it would be easier to make up your mind; but still, I suppose we'd oughtn't to feel that way. They don't mean any harm." John drew the protecting drapery from his head, and lashed his bald crown with it softly, as if in punishment for his seeming disloyalty. "You could withdraw from the contract now without any great loss to Mr. Brownell," suggested Palmerston. John looked at him blankly. "Why, of course he wouldn't lose anything; I'd be the loser. But I haven't any notion of doing that. I'm only wondering whether I ought to tell Emeline about the girl. You see, Emeline's kind of impulsive, and she's took a dead set against the girl because, you see, she thinks,"--John leaned forward confidentially and shut one eye, as if he were squinting along his recital to see that it was in line with the facts,--"you see, she thinks--well, I don't know as I'd ought to take it on myself to say just what Emeline thinks, but I think she thinks--well, I don't know as I'd ought to say what I think she thinks, either; but you'd understand if you'd been married." "Oh, I can understand," asserted the young man. "Mrs. Dysart's position is very natural. But I think you should tell her what Miss Brownell advises. There is no other woman near, and it will prove very uncomfortable for the young lady if your wife remains unfriendly toward her. You certainly don't want to be unjust, Dysart." John shook his head dolorously over this extension of his moral obligations. "No," he declared valiantly; "I want to be square with everybody; but I don't want to prejudice Emeline against the professor, and I'm afraid this would. You see, Emeline's this way--well, I don't know as I'd ought to say just how Emeline is, but you know she's an _awful good woman_!" John leaned forward and gave the last three words a slow funereal emphasis which threatened his companion's gravity. "Oh, I know," Palmerston broke out quickly; "Mrs. Dysart's a good woman, and she's a very smart woman, too; she has good ideas." "Yes, yes; Emeline's smart," John made haste to acquiesce; "she's smart as far as she knows, but when she don't quite understand, then she's prejudiced. I guess women are generally prejudiced about machinery; they can't be expected to see into it: but still, if you think I'd ought to tell her what this Brownell girl says, why, I'm a-going to do it." John got up with the air of a man harassed but determined, and went out of the tent.