"How are the children?" he asked.
"Perfectly well."
"And Joan?"
Her only answer to this last was a long look. Then she walked to the little Empire sofa and sat down. He might stand if he wished.
"Well?" she said at last. This was after a full minute, during which time he had stood by the table idly fingering her veil. Then suddenly his fingers pushed the veil aside, and he crossed to the sofa and sat down by her.
"What is it you want to know, darling?" he asked.
"Everything—every little thing from beginning to end," she replied.
"You've seen that I don't want to tell you?"
"Yes, I've seen that."