"The dickens you say!"
Again the hungry look came back into his eyes and was gone. He looked Eleanor over from top to toe, as though expecting her triumph to have left some visible mark upon her.
"Aren't you surprised?"
"I am overwhelmed. Did you bring the story to read to me?"
"Oh, no!"
"When did you hear from them?"
"A Mr. Utterly came to tell me."
"That lily of the field! On Commencement Day? And you are telling me now! Why, Eleanor!"
"I had to get used to it. Then I got worried."
"Worried? What about?"