"Now, how has this horrible Jubb woman uplifted any one?" I said, with some irritation.
Chelubai was checked. He hesitated and said: "Well, perhaps she hasn't. But still the notion of removing her is repugnant to me. To remove a woman is not a chivalrous act."
"The lesser virtues must give place to the greater—chivalry to philanthropy," I said firmly.
"That's what I think," Bottiger broke in. "And I suppose Jubb would subscribe handsomely to the hospital."
This touch of practical philanthropy cleared the air, and in a breath Chelubai's face changed from that of a transcendentalist to that of a brainy American.
"I should think that adversity has cured Jubb of that false sentimentality which has in so many cases proved a stumbling-block in our path," said I.
"But couldn't we just for once remove this horrible woman without any subscription?" said Angel. "I'm sure we oughtn't to waste time bothering about that."
"Yes," said Chelubai, with a fine earnestness. "This is our chance for a removal on pure romantic lines."
"You are extraordinary people," I said, with some impatience. "Why on earth should we lose
