"Couldn't I guess one of them?"
"I hardly think so, sir; they're really such trifles."
"Well, for a first attempt, Ramsey."
"Yes. How did you guess that?"
"She's such a persuasive example of perfect openness."
"Her mother's a much lovelier one."
"No, Hugh; allowing for years, Miss Ramsey's even a better. But—another small thing—shall I mention it?"
"Yes, please."
"All these Hayles, to-night, bring up the past—ours."
"Yes!" said Hugh, and said no more, as if the remark had partly unlocked something and then stuck fast.