were seeing too much of some man who would be undesirable as a husband; but the is some thing about this which, as I said before, I do not like."
"I am sorry," said Anne quietly, putting down her tea-cup. "Do you not like Signor Curatulo?"
The girl was evidently vibrating with excitement, but the expression of her sensitive face was closed and slightly obstinate. In Margaret was appar ent only a blunt and affectionate determination to do her duty, as she painfully but very clearly saw it.
"He is an agreeable and charming man; but as a husband I distrust him profoundly," she said.
"Why?"
"You know without my saying it that there is not a man or woman among your friends at home who would not so distrust him."
"That is true," said Anne. "They would call him 'Dago' and speak of organ-grinders and for- tuen-hunters, and hate him very much. I know that perfectly because I know that nowhere are there people more uncosmopolitan, more insular, more sincerely unable to imagine any good in a foreigner, than my own people."
"We will not discuss this," said Mrs. Garrison.
"What, then, shall we discuss?" asked Anne,72
