She felt that it would indeed be impossible for her to explain to this lady of logic that she believed the truth to be a horizon line, and that any opinion which was a little above this line was as abhorrent as any that was a little below it.
"If you are stubborn, God may marry you to a Dissenter yet," said Lady Earlscourt solemnly.
Phyllis smiled and shook her head again.
"Oh, you needn't shake your head, my dear," resumed Lady Earlscourt.
"I've known of such judgments falling on girls before now--yes, when the Dissenters were well off.

But no Dissenter rides straight to hounds." Phyllis laughed.
"More logic," she said, and shook hands with her friend.
"That girl has another man in her eye," said her friend sagaciously, when Phyllis had left her opposite her own tea-table.

"But I don't despair; if we can only persuade our bishop to prosecute George Holland, she may return to him all right." She invariably referred to the bishop as if he were a member of the Earlscourt household; but it was understood that the bishop had never actually accepted the responsibilities incidental to such a position; though he had his views on the subject of Lady Earlscourt's cook.
This interview had taken place a week before the dinner party for which Phyllis was carefully dressed by her maid Fidele while Herbert Courtland was walking away from the house.

In spite of her logic, Lady Earlscourt now and again stumbled across the truth.

When it occurred to her that Phyllis had another man in her eye,--the phrase was Lady Earlscourt's and it served very well to express her meaning,--she had made some careful inquiries on the subject of the girl's male visitors, and she had, of course, found out that no other man occupied that enviable position; no social oculist would be required to remove the element which, in Lady Earlscourt's estimation, caused Phyllis' vision to be distorted.
George Holland was at the dinner.