As it happened, in his ignorance he seemed to have been perpetually blundering up against the circumstance.

He went on clumsily enough--"If it was, I didn't know it, and if I had known it, it wouldn't have interested me in the least.

_You_ interest me; you are, and always will be, unique." "You're an awful fool, Stanistreet.

By your own admission Morley is acquainted with this _charming romance_." "What if he is ?" "The inference is obvious.

You told him." "Good God! If I did, do you suppose that Morley or any one else would care?
Does anybody care what another fellow's father was?
As a matter of fact I neither knew nor cared.