"I'm what?"
"Well—"
"Oh!" (She became more poignant than ever.) "You do, then—"
"No, I don't—on my honor I—I only meant that—well, you are a bit out of the way, you know."
Her large gaze interrogated him.
"Out of the way all round, I should fancy. Something rather wonderful."
"Something—rather—wonderful—" she repeated, drowsily.
"Strikes me so—that's all."
"Strange?"
"Sort of—"