"Well, I imagine Andrew's unique, but that doesn't quite hit it. Suppose we say rare, in its old English sense. Anyhow, though I don't know that he's very susceptible, I'd rather you didn't turn his head. You are attractive when you exert yourself."
"He's proof against my charms. Andrew's earmarked for somebody else."
"Elsie Woodhouse? Well, that struck me, but I don't know. He says it's very probable that she'll marry Dick."
"Andrew is in love with her himself," Madge said firmly; "though I don't think he knows it yet. Dick's delightful, but the girl would never be satisfied with him."
"So I think; but you don't know her."
"Your partner has told me about her."
Whitney laughed.
"Andrew has his talents, but the delineation of character's not his strong point."
"A precise description isn't always needed," Madge rejoined. "When you have an image clearly stamped upon your mind, it's sometimes possible to make others see it without saying very much. Your partner can do that."