"Well, he is."
There was a placid certainty about her that disturbed Tom's attitude of incredulity.
"Why is he?" he asked curiously.
"I have talked to him. I know," she answered, with a nod full of meaning.
"Oh, have you?"
"Yes, and he—well, do you want to hear, or will you be angry and despise me as you used?"
"I want to hear."
"What did I use to say? That the man would come? Well, he has come. Voilà tout!"
"Oh, so you say. But Harry doesn't think such—I beg pardon, I was about to say, nonsense."
"Yes, he does. At least, he is afraid of it."