“It usually does,” Sir Charles Snow smiled as he sighed.
“But I had considered it from every angle, I think, before, as I also have since.”
“And you did not mean to speak?”
“I meant not to speak.”
“But you did; and now?”
“I certainly did,” Sên assented. “It was no speaking of Miss Gilbert’s.”
Both men smiled.
“And now, Sên?”
“I dislike it too,” Sên said quietly, “in some of its aspects.”
“Ah?”