Paul agreed mentally, but all the Doctor heard was a voice from behind the cloud, “she dances like an angel.”
Angelic dancing not being in the Doctor’s repertoire of investigation, he changed to another point of view.
“While I was convalescent at the hospital it was very amusing to read hands by palmistry. I read her hand.”
“You held her hand, you mean?”
“Of course.”
“You don’t mean to tell me you read her character by the lines written in her hand! Nonsense!”
“I did not. I merely noticed the natural tendencies of the individual as shown by the form of the hand. Her characteristics, not her character.”
“I don’t believe in it,” remarked Paul, positive.
“You don’t? Well, just swap hands with some other fellow and observe the consequences.”
Paul laughed. “Excuse me—quite satisfied with my own.”