"
So he found himself moving with the slow stream of vehicles on the
Avenue, and with Mrs. Billy gazing at him quizzically and asking him
if he did not feel like a hippopotamus in a frog-pond.
He replied to her raillery by asking her under which flag she stood.
But there was little need to ask that, for anyone who was fighting a
Walling became ipso facto a friend of Mrs. Billy's. She told
Montague that if he felt his social position was imperilled, all he
had to do was to come to her. She would gird on her armour and take
the field.
"But tell me how you came to do it," she said.
He answered that there was very little to tell. He had taken up a
case which was obviously just, but having no idea what a storm it
would raise.
Then he noticed that his companion was looking at him sharply. "Do
you really mean that's all there is to it?" she asked.
"Of course I do," said he, perplexed.
"Do you know," was her unexpected response, "I hardly know what to
make of you. I'm afraid to trust you, on account of your brother.
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