“You are progressing.”
“Whether I did see, or didn't?”
“Of course!” Miss Eunice was almost snappish.
“Well, I don't think I do see.”
“You'd better not.”
Hennion went away without seeing Camilla. Going up Bank Street he thought of Camilla. At the corner of Franklin Street he thought of Miss Eunice.
“There's another one I was off about. I don't see how she's possible, either.”