"It isn't what I've heard, it's what I see. He's a very good chap, and a first-rate man of business."
"Do you know him well—personally?"
"I meet him around—at the club and other places—and naturally I have something to do with him at the office. I like him. If Evie can snap him up she'll be doing well for herself. I'm sorry for Billy, of course; but he'll have time to break his heart more than once before he'll have money enough to do anything else with it. If I'd married at his age—"
This, however, was venturing on delicate ground, so that he broke off, wheeling round toward the centre of the drawing-room. She folded the documents and brought them to him.
"You know why I didn't send them?" he said, as he took them. "I thought if I came myself, you might have something to tell me."
"I haven't; not anything special, that is."
"You've told me something special already—that you're not looking for him back."
"I'd rather not talk about it now, if you don't mind."
"Then we'll talk about what goes with it—the other side of the subject."
"There is no other side of the subject."