"Hendrik?" asked Grace, and frowned.
Mr. Goodchild nodded. Then he asked, suspiciously:
"You haven't seen him?"
"Yes; but not to—well, he hasn't made—he has kept his word to you. And the newspapers don't print anything about sandwiches."
"No—damn 'em!" he muttered.
"I thought you didn't want them to."
"I don't want you to have anything to do with him. It is perfectly absurd to think of marrying a fellow like that—"
"He can marry anybody now," she told him. Thinking of this made her so angry that she said, "He hypnotizes people so they think he is—"
"I know what he is," he interrupted. "I'd like to—"
"I suppose you would," she acquiesced; "but you can't deny he is an extraordinary person, and—"