It brought him up shorter than I had expected. "Do you ask me that in order that I shan't speak to her of this?"
I showed myself at a loss. "Of 'this'——?"
"Why, of what we've made out——"
"About Mrs. Server, you and I? You must act as to that, my dear fellow, quite on your own discretion. All the more that what on earth have we made out? I assure you I haven't a secret to confide to you about her, except that I've never seen a person more unquenchably radiant."
He almost jumped at it. "Well, that's just it!"
"But just what?"
"Why, what they're all talking about. That she is so awfully radiant. That she's so tremendously happy. It's the question," he explained, "of what in the world she has to make her so."
I winced a little, but tried not to show it. "My dear man, how do I know?"
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