I
have seen exhibitions of cross-firing not strictly in accordance
with one's ideas of a gentleman. But I suppose sometimes they forget
themselves."
"A gentlemen never forgets himself, Helen. Although you have
high-toned notions of the Capital, and granting that you have been
lionized right and left, it does not excuse you from exercising a
sense of right and wrong."
Marguerite could not but admire the brave girl with such an earnest
look upon her face. The laughing, romping hoyden was capable of
sound sensible argument, her character was made up of opposites; and
Helen Rushton, clever in many things, was almost baffled.
Marguerite soon poured oil on the troubled waters.
"You told me where you were going to stay Helen but I have
forgotten," ventured the latter.
"I did not happen to find my friends in the Belgravian district, but
what matters it?" returned Helen.
"Up town or down town, that is the burning question always uppermost
in Fredericton," cried Josie.
"It was that part I believe they call the West End, but unlike
London and other cities it is not a locality habitable by the
fashionable or good form of the pretty little city. But the
residence of my friends is, notwithstanding this drawback, the home
of culture and refinement, nay more--it is the home of generosity,
for never did I see more genuine true-heartedness than in this truly
happy home.
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