"No, Warren."
"Oh!" She seemed a little disappointed. "But he wasn't there, was he?"
"No, but he'd told me about her. And I think I should have known anyway."
"How?" Again he noted the animation in her tone.
"I'm not quite sure. Perhaps a blind man develops a sort of sixth sense. Anyway, as I stood there with my arms about her—it was necessary in the circumstances, and you needn't look shocked as I suspect you're doing—I had as vivid an impression of youth and beauty as if I'd seen her."
"More so, probably," amended Agatha joyously.
"No, not if Warren's right. He says she's something extraordinary. Can't you guess who it was?"
"I believe that Mr. Warren"—Agatha seemed to be searching her memory for details—"talked rather extravagantly about Hephzibah."
"Yes, Hephzibah was the girl. And that puts quite a new light on Warren's plan for educating her, don't you see?"