"If someone told her so."
"Yes, if someone thought so. Telling wouldn't be necessary."
"Perhaps someone will."
Mrs. Summer said it was extremely unlikely she would ever meet anyone abroad who would be the kind of man.
I said I thought life was a play in which every entrance and exit was arranged beforehand, and the momentous entrance and the scène à faire might quite as well happen at Haréville as anywhere else.
Mrs. Summer made no comment. I thought to myself: "She knows about Kranitski and doesn't want to discuss it."
"The man who marries Jean would be very lucky," she said. "Jean is—well—there is no one like her. She's more than rare. She's introuvable."
I said that Rudd thought she would never marry anyone.
"Perhaps not," she said, "but if Mr. Rudd is right about her he will be right for the wrong reasons. Sometimes the people who see everything wrong are right. It is very irritating."
I asked her if she thought Rudd was always wrong.