Not to press the point at once, he said, "You saw Jennie."
"Yes; I sent for her."
"What did you think of her?"
"Oh, what anyone would think. She's charming—to look at."
"Only to look at?"
"Her manner is charming, too. Of course! I—I don't quite know what you want me to say."
"How much did she tell you that afternoon?"
She looked at him through the moonlight.
"Hasn't she told you?"
"She's told me nothing—except that you were lovely."