"Dash it, I can't say it, Miss Farmond! But you know, don't you?"
She murmured something again, and though he could not quite hear what it was, he knew she understood and appreciated.
Leaning against the corner of the shrouded billiard table, with the blinds down and this pale slip of a girl in deep mourning sitting in a basket chair in the dim light, he began suddenly to realise the tragedy.
"I've been too stunned till now to grasp what's happened," he said in a moment. "Our best friend gone, Miss Farmond!"
He had said exactly the right thing now.
"He certainly was mine!" she said.
"And mine too. We may live to be a brace of Methuselahs, but I guess we'll never see his like again!"
His odd phrase made her smile for a moment despite herself. It passed swiftly and she said:
"I can't believe it yet."