"I don't know.

I give it up.

The thing was of a strangeness!" Her friend also paused, and it was as if for a little, on either side of a gate on which they might have had their elbows, they remained looking at each other over it and over what was unsaid between them.

"It WAS 'rum'!" he at last merely dropped.
It was scarce for Mrs.Brook, all the same--she seemed to feel after a moment--to surround the matter with an excess of silence.
"He did what a man does--especially in that business--when he doesn't do what he wants." "Do you mean what somebody else wanted ?" "Well, what he himself DIDN'T.

And if he's unhappy," she went on, "he'll know whom to pitch into." "Ah," said Vanderbank, "even if he is he won't be the man to what you might call 'vent' it on her.