Nielsen stared at the floor now. He seemed unable to formulate, much less express, an opinion. “How is she? Changed?” he requested at last.
“Somewhat! She’s quite a little harder and a bit more quiet—that is the way matters appeared to me. But her eyes have lost none of their boldness. And besides, she seems to like it there.”
“She does?”
“Yes, and she’s very popular too.”
“How so?”
“The men are very attentive, it looked to me,” Breen volunteered significantly.
“And she?”
“She’s still got an eye open. Not as wide open, perhaps, as in the old days, but it isn’t closed, that’s certain.”
Nielsen was silent, reflecting.
At length, Breen asked: “What do you imagine will become of her?”