"I suppose that's true. Well?"
"Something is troubling Evelyn, and I'll tell you what I think it is. I think it was Saxton all along."
"I always told you he was a good fellow. He's really shown me some attentions, and that's more than most of the young men have done, except Warry. Warry was nice to everybody. But Saxton's alive and hearty and hasn't skipped for parts unknown. Why is Evelyn mourning?" He shook the glass until the ice tinkled pleasantly.
"I don't know. Maybe—maybe he doesn't understand!"
"He isn't stupid," said the general, thoughtfully.
"Of course he isn't."
"It may be that he isn't interested—that she doesn't appeal to him. Such a thing is conceivable."
"No, it isn't! Of course it isn't!"
The general laughed at her scornful rejection of the idea.
"You tell me, then."