"But St.Vincent ?" "Is your problem, not mine." "Then Lucile-- ?" "Certainly not.

She played a quixotic little game of her own and botched it beautifully." "I--I do not understand." Corliss brushed his brows in a dazed sort of way.
Trethaway parted his lips in a superior smile.

"It is not necessary that you should.

The question is, Will you stand up with me ?" "Surely.

But what a confoundedly long way around you took.