He looked at me thoroughly puzzled. I repeated what I had said to
Winterfield. "Did you mention to Mrs. Romayne that I was the means of
introducing you--?"
He was too impatient to let me finish the sentence. "I did mention it to
Mrs. Romayne," he said. "And what of it?"
"Pardon me for reminding you that Mrs. Romayne has Protestant
prejudices," I rejoined. "Mr. Winterfield would, I fear, not be very
welcome to her as the friend of a Catholic priest."
He was almost angry with me for suggesting the very explanation which
had proved so acceptable to Winterfield.
"Nonsense!" he cried. "My wife is far too well-bred a woman to let her
prejudices express themselves in _that_ way. Winterfield's personal
appearance must have inspired her with some unreasonable antipathy,
or--"
He stopped, and turned away thoughtfully to the window. Some vague
suspicion had probably entered his mind, which he had only become aware
of at that moment, and which he was not quite able to realize as yet. I
did my best to encourage the new train of thought.
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