“You touch me hard there,” he said. “Do you know whom you’re quoting?”
“Yes. Whitman.”
“Do you know Whitman—really know him?”
“How blunt you are,” but she showed no resentment. “Yes, I really know Whitman. Also, I hereby give notice that I am much less frivolous than I look.”
“I’m a little daft on Whitman,” he apologized.
“So am I.”
“You don’t think he is immoral?” he asked incredulously.
“I think he is super-moral.”
“You do know him, then,” he admitted, half-aloud.
“Any more cross-examination?”