'That's just what he says. But he says she didn't.'
'And do you consider the statement valuable?' I asked, laughing out. 'You had better ask Miss Gracie herself.'
Mrs. Nettlepoint stared. 'I couldn't do that.'
'Incomparable friend, I am only joking. What does it signify now?'
'I thought you thought everything signified. You were so full of signification!'
'Yes, but we are farther out now, and somehow in mid-ocean everything becomes absolute.'
'What else can he do with decency?' Mrs. Nettlepoint went on. 'If, as my son, he were never to speak to her it would be very rude and you would think that stranger still. Then you would do what he does, and where would be the difference?'
'How do you know what he does? I haven't mentioned him for twenty-four hours.'
'Why, she told me herself: she came in this afternoon.'
'What an odd thing to tell you!' I exclaimed.
'Not as she says it. She says he's full of attention, perfectly devoted—looks after her all the while. She seems to want me to know it, so that I may commend him for it.'
'That's charming; it shows her good conscience.'
'Yes, or her great cleverness.'
Something in the tone in which Mrs. Nettlepoint said this caused me to exclaim in real surprise, 'Why, what do you suppose she has in her mind?'
'To get hold of him, to make him go so far that he can't retreat, to marry him, perhaps.'
