8/17 They don't seem to have much conversation--she regularly brightens up when I come along and say something cheerful--but he's gradually making up his mind that the best isn't any too good for him." "Perhaps we don't begin so well in America," I interrupted thoughtfully. "But then, we don't develop into Mrs.P.'s either." Dicky seemed unable to follow my line of thought. "I must say," he went on resentfully, "I like--well, just a _smell_ of constancy about a man. I tried to work up his feelings over the American girl the other night--he was as calm!" "Dicky," said I, "there are subjects a man _must_ keep sacred. |