"Him, him, HIM——!" It was too much.
"Grant-Jackson? Yes, it's a surprise, but one sees how he has been meaning, all the while, the right thing by us."
"I mean Him," Gedge returned more coldly; "our becoming familiar and intimate—for that's what it will come to. We shall just live with Him."
"Of course—it is the beauty." And she added quite gaily: "The more we do the more we shall love Him."
"No doubt—but it's rather awful. The more we know Him," Gedge reflected, "the more we shall love Him. We don't as yet, you see, know Him so very tremendously."
"We do so quite as well, I imagine, as the sort of people they've had. And that probably isn't—unless you care, as we do—so awfully necessary. For there are the facts."
"Yes—there are the facts."
"I mean the principal ones. They're all that the people—the people who come—want."
"Yes—they must be all they want."
"So that they're all that those who've been in charge have needed to know."