They laughed at his complete adoption of the part and his innocent joy in it.
That had always been his way. When he had begun a game there was no stopping him. He played it through to the end.
Edith would look up smiling and say: "Well, how goes the affair?" (They always called it the affair.) Or: "How did you get on to-day?"
And it would be: "Pretty well."—"Better to-day than yesterday."—"No luck to-day."
One Sunday he came to her radiant.
"She really does," said he, "seem interested in what I say."
"What did you talk about?"
"The influence of Christianity on woman. Was that good?"
"Very good."
"I didn't know very much about it, but I got her to tell me things."