"Dwight," said Nourse, "is fair and fat."
"Never mind. Then he probably has blue eyes. And they twinkle at you—in the friendliest way—"
"Young woman, I'm your husband's friend."
"Never mind if you are. You're not enough. I want more of his friends.
Now tell me—where did the fat man study? Abroad?"
"In Paris."
"Oh!" she cried. "Were he and Joe together there?"
"They were, for a while—"
"Oh, how nice!" She laughed at him. "What a dear you've been to me," she said. "You like me, don't you!"
"Yes—I do."
"Quite a good deal!"