"I don't see that it can make any difference.

We don't need to go down there where he is, and it is damned certain that they won't call on us." Looking out over the river, the woman spoke as if thinking aloud: "This is just the sort of place he would love, Harry--the river and hills and woods.

He never cared for the city--always wanted to get away into the country somewhere.

Tell me, what is she really like?
Does she look like--like--well,--like any of our crowd ?" One by one, the man picked a number of pebbles from among the dead leaves and the short grass within reach of his hand, as he answered: "Oh, I was just kidding when I raved about her to the bunch." One by one, he flipped the bits of stone into the water.

"She really doesn't amount to much.