"Yes; but he says I don't."
"Dear Nicky, you understand me when nobody else does. You always did."
"Yes, when we were kids. But supposing now I ever didn't, would it matter? You see, I'm stupid, and caring--caring awfully--might make me stupider. Have people got to understand each other?"
To that she replied astonishingly, "Are you quite sure you understand about Ferdie?"
"Ferdie?"
"Yes." She turned her face full to him. "I don't know whether you know about it. I didn't till Mother told me the other day. I'm Ferdie's daughter.
"Did you know?"
"Oh, Lord, yes. I've known it for--oh, simply ever so long."
"Who told you?"
"Dorothy, I think. But I guessed it because of something he said once about seeing ghosts."