"She's beastly happy?" he broke in, getting firmer hold, if not of the real impression he had just been gathering under my eyes, then at least of something he had begun to make out that my argument required. "Well, that is the way I see her difference. Her difference, I mean," he added, in his evident wish to work with me, "her difference from her other difference! There!" He laughed as if, also, he had found himself fairly fantastic. "Isn't that clear for you?"
"Crystalline—for me. But that's because I know why."
I can see again now the long look that, on this, he gave me. I made out already much of what was in it. "So then do I!"
"But how in the world——? I know, for myself, how I know."
"So then do I," he after a moment repeated.
"And can you tell me?"
"Certainly. But what I've alr
