Loudon, I don't believe God ever made a purer-minded woman." Which appeared to me too fervent to be reassuring.
Meanwhile I had been long expostulating with my friend upon a different matter.

"I'm the fifth wheel," I kept telling him.

"For any use I am, I might as well be in Senegambia.

The letters you give me to attend to might be answered by a sucking child.

And I tell you what it is, Pinkerton: either you've got to find me some employment, or I'll have to start in and find it for myself." This I said with a corner of my eye in the usual quarter, toward the arts, little dreaming what destiny was to provide.
"I've got it, Loudon," Pinkerton at last replied.