She'll have to save HIM." "To 'save' him-- ?" "To keep her father from her own knowledge.

THAT"-- and she seemed to see it, before her, in her husband's very eyes--"will be work cut out!" With which, as at the highest conceivable climax, she wound up their colloquy.

"Good night!" There was something in her manner, however--or in the effect, at least, of this supreme demonstration that had fairly, and by a single touch, lifted him to her side; so that, after she had turned her back to regain the landing and the staircase, he overtook her, before she had begun to mount, with the ring of excited perception.

"Ah, but, you know, that's rather jolly!" "Jolly'-- ?" she turned upon it, again, at the foot of the staircase.
"I mean it's rather charming." "'Charming'-- ?" It had still to be their law, a little, that she was tragic when he was comic.
"I mean it's rather beautiful.

You just said, yourself, it would be.
Only," he pursued promptly, with the impetus of this idea, and as if it had suddenly touched with light for him connections hitherto dim--"only I don't quite see why that very care for him which has carried her to such other lengths, precisely, as affect one as so 'rum,' hasn't also, by the same stroke, made her notice a little more what has been going on." "Ah, there you are! It's the question that I've all along been asking myself." She had rested her eyes on the carpet, but she raised them as she pursued--she let him have it straight.