"Gracious, you don't suppose she would leave her! Olive thinks she's born to regenerate the world."
"I remember you telling me that, too. It comes back to me. Well, is her mind formed?"
"As I haven't seen it, I cannot tell you."
"Aren't you going on there to see——"
"To see whether Miss Tarrant's mind is formed?" Mrs. Luna broke in. "I will go if you would like me to. I remember your being immensely excited about her that time you met her. Don't you recollect that?"
Ransom hesitated an instant. "I can't say I do. It is too long ago."
"Yes, I have no doubt that's the way you change, about women! Poor Miss Tarrant, if she thinks she made an impression on you!"
"She won't think about such things as that, if her mind has been formed by your sister," Ransom said. "It does come back to me now, what you told me about the growth of their intimacy. And do they mean to go on living together for ever?"
"I suppose so—unless some one should take it into his head to marry Verena."
"Verena—is that her name?" Ransom asked.