"From all of us here."
"Not from me," answered Aunt Katrina, with dignity. "I never tried to keep her, I always saw through her perfectly from the very first. Do you mean to say that you understand that girl even now?" she added, with some contradiction.
"Yes, I think I do—now," Winthrop answered.
"I don't envy you your knowledge! Poor Lucian Spenser—what could have possessed him?"
"He? He's madly in love with her, of course."
"I'm glad at least you think he's a fool," said Aunt Katrina, applying her vinaigrette disdainfully to her well-shaped nose.
"Fool? Not at all; he's only tremendously happy."
"The same thing—in such a case."
"I don't know about that. The question is, is it better to be tremendously happy for a little while, and unreasonable; or to be reasonable all the time, and never tremendously happy?"
"Oh, if you're going to talk rationalism—" said Aunt Katrina.