"Well?" he said.
"And I've been trying to make my poor brain think of something to say to you."
She paused and contemplated her difficulties....
"Couldn't you perhaps say something of the same kind—such as I've been trying to say?" said Mr. Direck presently, with a note of earnest helpfulness. "I'd be very glad if you could."
"Not exactly," said Cecily, more careful than ever.
"Meaning?"
"I think you know that you are the best of friends. I think you are, oh—a Perfect Dear."
"Well—that's all right—so far."
"That is as far."