Is that--a--what you wanted to say to me ?" Vanderbank after a slight pause demanded.
Mitchy, watching him more than he watched Mitchy, shook a mildly decisive head.

"No." Vanderbank, his eyes on his smoke-puffs, seemed to wonder.

"What you wanted is--something else ?" "Something else." "Oh!" said Vanderbank for the third time.
The ejaculation had been vague, but the movement that followed it was definite; the young man, turning away, found himself again near the chair he had quitted, and resumed possession of it as a sign of being at his friend's service.

This friend, however, not only hung fire but finally went back to take a shot from a quarter they might have been supposed to have left.

"It strikes me as odd his imagining--awfully acute as he is--that she has NOT guessed.