"That's just what you asked me the other time--one of the days there was somebody.

And I told you I didn't call anybody anything." "I remember--that such people, the people we made so welcome, didn't 'count'; that Fanny Assingham knew they didn't." She had awakened, his daughter, the echo; and on the bench there, as before, he nodded his head amusedly, he kept nervously shaking his foot.

"Yes, they were only good enough--the people who came--for US.

I remember," he said again: "that was the way it all happened." "That was the way--that was the way.

And you asked me," Maggie added, "if I didn't think we ought to tell them.