"No; he doesn't look it; but he's as much of a problem to Olivia as if he did."
"Why? What has he to do with her?"
"Nothing, except that I suppose she must feel very grateful."
They reached the edge of the lawn where a hedge of dahlias separated them from the neighboring garden.
"When you say that," he asked, "do you mean anything in particular?"
"I suppose I mean everything in particular. The situation is one in which all the details count."
"And the bearing of this special detail—"
"Oh, don't try to make me explain that. In the first place, I don't know; and in the second, I shouldn't tell you if I did. I'm merely giving you the facts. I think you're entitled to know them."
"So I should have said. Are there many more? I've had a lot since I landed. I thought I must have heard pretty well all there was—"
"Probably you had, except just that. I imagine Olivia found it difficult to speak of, and so I'm doing it for her."