"What about?"
"About—about—Dick."
I went on with my packing without answering.
"What do you think?" she asked, at last. "I suppose you have an opinion."
"On what point?"
"The point she brought up ... as to her knowing him ... so well."
"I've no opinion about that. I know she knows him ... very well indeed. At least, I take it for granted."
"What makes you do that?"
"Oh, just having seen them together."
"Why didn't you tell me?"