"Big? How?"
"The sweep—the ideas. So high—so universal! Makes a tremendous appeal to—the imagination."
She smiled toward him shyly. "It's something, isn't it, to appeal to the imagination?"
"Oh, lots—since imagination rules the world."
They were on their way to lunch with Thor's father and stepmother. Now that there were two households in the family, the father insisted on a domestic reunion once a week. It was his way of expressing paternal forbearance under the blow Thor had dealt him in marrying Lois Willoughby.
"Where's Claude?"
Thor asked the question on sitting down to table. His father looked at his mother, who replied, with some self-consciousness:
"He's—he's gone West."
"West? Where?"