"Isn't it pretty nearly—self-evident?"
She shook her head. "Not to me."
"I'm surprised at that. I thought you would have seen how well we'd played our game, and that it's—up."
"I don't see—not unless you're trying to tell me that you've—that your feelings have undergone a—"
He was still smiling rather mechanically, though he tugged nervously at the end of his horizontal mustache. "Wouldn't it be possible—now that everything has turned out so—so beautifully—wouldn't it be possible to let the rest go without—without superfluous explanations?"
"I'm ready to do everything you like; but I can't help being surprised."
"That must be because I've been more successful than I thought I was. I fancied that—when I saw how things were with you—you saw how they were with me—and that—"
"Saw how they were with you? Do you mean?—No, you can't mean!—it isn't—Drusilla?"
Since Drusilla would do as well as another, he still stood smiling. She clasped her hands. Her face was all aglow.
"Oh, I should be so glad! It's only within a few days that I've seen—how it was—with—"