“Much in common?” he exclaimed. “We have. We have too much in common.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Her question was as direct and unsuspicious as a child’s.
“We agree on so very many things that—well, you know it’s sometimes more comfortable to disagree.”
“Is it?”
“With Aunt Philomela, for instance. We get on much better by disagreeing than we should if we looked at things in just the same way.”
“But at bottom, you know, you and Aunt Philomela really agree. She wouldn’t quarrel with you if she didn’t agree with you.”
“No?” he asked with interest. “What would she do?”
“She would be very polite with you,” she answered.
“That would be terrible.”