He sat down, shrugging his shoulders as if it were useless but he would not forbid it.
Truth in detail is almost inimitable. Lita told her story in great detail—Aurelia's request—the hidden photographs—the story of the tramp—the letter thrust into her pocket and discovered by Margaret—the identical expressions of her parents on the subject of her marriage and her own sudden inspiration that here, at least, was one topic on which they agreed.
"You see," she said eagerly, "it was only a few hours before that my father had said just the same thing—that I must not think of marrying for years; and then my mother—"
"You had sounded both your parents on the subject of marriage?"
Lita looked at him. His face was like a mask.
"I had happened to mention in the course of conversation—"
"You are thinking of getting married, Miss Hazlitt?"
"No, Doctor Dacer."
"No? The idea has never crossed your mind?"