"So you have made this opportunity," I said, hardly able to help smiling; and yet it was no place to smile in. Weird grandeur does not make one lighthearted.
"Can you guess what I wish to ask?" he inquired.
I said at once, "Perhaps—yes."
"About—" and he faltered.
"About Thyrza," I said. I could listen, but I could not look at him. The continuous heavy flood in its underground leap enchained my eyes.
"About Thyrza," he echoed. "Then you have seen—"
"It did not need a magnifying-glass," I answered. "So far as you are concerned, Sir Keith."
I knew how his face fell, though I was not looking in his direction.
"Yes,—yes,—but as to Thyrza," he said hurriedly.
"Thyrza must speak for herself," I replied.