"What sort of man is he?" she asked.
I gave her a colourless, but favourable portrait of Rudd.
"And the young lady?" she said, "Miss—I've forgotten her name."
"The heroine?" I asked.
"Yes, the heroine who is 'overlooked.' Do you think she was 'overlooked'?"
"In what sense?"
"In the fairy-tale sense."
I said I thought that was all fancy-work.
"I wonder," she said, "if she married the young man."
"Which one?"