Why shouldn't I work out my own trouble ?" "Oh, you're bad enough," she answered, "but you're not clever enough." He smiled grimly.

"I'm not sure though about the woman.

Perhaps I'll tell the good clever woman some day and let her help me, if she can.

But I'd warn her it won't be easy." "Then there's another woman in it!" He did not answer.

He could not let her know the truth, yet he was sure she would come to know it one way or another.
At that moment she leaned over the table and stretched a hand to arrange something.