"Oh, there is nothing I wouldn't do for the ladies; just give me a chance and you'll see."
Olive was silent a moment. "What I mean is—is your sympathy a sympathy with our s*x, or a particular interest in Miss Tarrant?"
"Well, sympathy is just sympathy—that's all I can say. It takes in Miss Verena and it takes in all others—except the lady-correspondents," the young man added, with a jocosity which, as he perceived even at the moment, was lost on Verena's friend. He was not more successful when he went on: "It takes in even you, Miss Chancellor!"
Olive rose to her feet, hesitating; she wanted to go away, and yet she couldn't bear to leave Verena to be exploited, as she felt that she would be after her departure, that indeed she had already been, by those offensive young men. She had a st
