"I can't realize it, you know. The change——"
"Perhaps I can't either. I don't know that I want to, Bob."
"Who made the discovery? How did it come out? Nobody ever had any suspicion of it!"
Harry looked at him long and thoughtfully, but in the end he only shook his head, saying, "Well, it's true anyhow."
"It beats me. I see what you mean about myself and—Still I give you my word I hate its happening. Who's this girl? Why is she to come here? Who knows anything about her?"
"You don't, of course," Harry conceded with a smile. "No more did I a week ago."
"Couldn't you have made a fight for it?"
"Yes, a deuced good fight. But I chose to let it go. Now don't go on looking as if you didn't understand the thing. It's simple enough."
"But Lady Tristram—your mother—must have known——"