"She thinks you know," he after a moment answered.
I could only stare. "Mrs. Server thinks I know what makes her happy?" I the more easily represented such a conviction as monstrous in that it truly had its surprise for me.
But Brissenden now was all with his own thought. "She isn't happy."
"You mean that that's what's the matter with her under her appearance——? Then what makes the appearance so extraordinary?"
"Why, exactly what I mention—that one doesn't see anything whatever in her to correspond to it."
I hesitated. "Do you mean in her circumstances?"
"Yes—or in her character. Her circumstances are nothing wonderful. She has none too much money; she has had three children and lost them; and nobody that belongs to her appears ever to have been particularly nice to her."
I turned it over. "How you do get on with her!"
"Do you call it getting on with her to be the more bewildered the more I see her?"
"Isn't to say you're bewildered only, on the whole, to say you're charmed? That always—doesn't it?—describes more or less any engrossed relation with a lovely lady."