Doris laughed. "You are very exact. Or is it that you have gone back to the inkstands?"
Mona sighed. "Yes," she said gravely, "I have gone back to the inkstands."
There was silence for a few minutes.
"I should like to know who that young man was," said Doris presently.
"Why, Doris, you are coming out in a new rôle. It is not like you to be interested in a young man."
"The more reason why I should be interested in an exceptional one."
"You dear old Doris!" said Mona affectionately. "He talks well, certainly; but what if talking be, like Gretchen's beauty, his Yerderben?"
"I don't think it likely—not that kind of talking."
"Assuredly that kind—if any."
But she thought, "Not any. He has chosen the right corrective. If he possesses the gift of utterance, he will at least have something to utter."