"Oh, no. I only made the next to the last line and the last. Then the inspiration gave out."
"What was it?" Thayer asked idly.
The mirth left Bobby's face, and he looked up at his companion almost defiantly.
"Forget the things we cannot,
And face the things we must,"
he said slowly.
The dark red leaped up into Thayer's face, as he looked at Bobby keenly.
"How long have you known it?"
"Since the day I told you they had come home from abroad. You sang St. Paul, that night, you may remember, and afterwards I advised you to go into grand opera. A fellow with a voice like yours can't expect to have any secrets of his own." Bobby paused; then he added thoughtfully, "Life is bound to be a good deal of a bluff for us all."
Thayer walked on in silence for seven or eight blocks.
"What do you think about it?" he asked then.