"The impulse to destroy Beaton is something that everybody has to struggle against at the start." "I must say, Mr.Fulkerson," said Mrs.Leighton, in the tremor through which she nerved herself to differ openly with any one she liked, "I never had to struggle with anything of the kind, in regard to Mr.
Beaton.

He has always been most respectful and--and--considerate, with me, whatever he has been with others." "Well, of course, Mrs.Leighton!" Fulkerson came back in a soothing tone.

"But you see you're the rule that proves the exception.

I was speaking of the way men felt about Beaton.

It's different with ladies; I just said so." "Is it always different ?" Alma asked, lifting her head and her hand from her drawing, and staring at it absently.
Fulkerson pushed both his hands through his whiskers.