"It seems," he added.
'His clear blue eyes turned to me with a piteous stare, and looking at him standing before me, dumfounded and hurt, I was oppressed by a sad sense of resigned wisdom, mingled with the amused and profound pity of an old man helpless before a childish disaster.
'"Looks like it," I muttered.
'"I knew nothing about it till I looked up," he explained hastily.

And that's possible, too.

You had to listen to him as you would to a small boy in trouble.

He didn't know.

It had happened somehow.