"I—I don't understand you."
"Oh, yes, you do too," said Cary, breathing hard. "You think I don't know all about it! I do, though!"
"How?"
"Robert told me himself."
Stewart drew a deep breath and looked away. There was a long silence in the room. After awhile she went up to the big leather chair and laid one hand on the back of it and bent her head, looking down at him.
"Johnny?"
He looked up, his firm mouth working.
"Johnny, you're the best man that ever lived!"
"Oh, Cary!" he said, and he tried to laugh.
She nodded decidedly.