The oddity, the originality, the poetry--he didn't know what to call it--of Chad's connexion reaffirmed for him its romantic side.

"They ought to see this, you know.

They MUST." "The Pococks ?"--she looked about in deprecation; she seemed to see gaps he didn't.
"Mamie and Sarah--Mamie in particular." "My shabby old place?
But THEIR things--!" "Oh their things! You were talking of what will do something for you--" "So that it strikes you," she broke in, "that my poor place may?
Oh," she ruefully mused, "that WOULD be desperate!" "Do you know what I wish ?" he went on.

"I wish Mrs.Newsome herself could have a look." She stared, missing a little his logic.

"It would make a difference ?" Her tone was so earnest that as he continued to look about he laughed.
"It might!" "But you've told her, you tell me--" "All about you?
Yes, a wonderful story.