“Sir!  Can you suppose that I would ever marry a robber, a wretched robber?”

“Never!  But it is different where one robs for the sake of principle.”

“Y—­yes, that is true; I forgot that.  I think that principle is a great thing.  Don’t you?”

“Exceedingly great.”

In the spring the face-walls and the lawns and the kiosks went forward according to the original design, and the actuary frequently brought his city friends, directors and all, down to look at them.