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Well, I must think it
over again."
He thought it over and regretfully came to the conclusion that it could
not be done. Russians were not people of the right kind. They were not
honest.
"Russians are too artistic to be honest," he declared.
It was a BON MOT which he had picked up, long ago, from Madame
Steynlin, in the days when the lady looked with disfavour on the
Muscovite colony. That Lutheran period was over for the present: she
was orthodox so far as sentiments were concerned. Nothing could be good
enough for the Russians, just then. An acquaintance with Peter, one of
the handsomest of the whole batch of religious enthusiasts, had brought
about her psychological conversion and altered her outlook upon life.
Her heart was in the Urals. But that stupid, malicious epigram had
impressed itself on the mind of Mr. Parker, who was hopelessly
insensitive to the flaxen curls of Peter.
"No," he decided. "They are not honest. We must draw the line
somewhere, Lola. I draw it at Russians.


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