She is good and patient and brave, and my interest in her is impersonal.

It is not necessary for me to make any explanations, but I do so." "Pardon me!" The vintner was plainly abashed.
"Granted.

But you, you seem to possess a peculiar interest." The vintner flushed.

"I have that right," with an air which rather mystified Carmichael.
"That explains everything.

I do not recollect seeing you before in the Black Eagle." "I am from the north; a vintner, and there is plenty of work here in the valleys late in September." "The grape," mused Carmichael.