"Well, there's Evie."
"And there's Kitty."
Another pause, and then: "I see."
Then suddenly I spoke a little more to the point.
"Well, would you accept the job if I could arrange it?"
She hesitated. "It's very necessary, of course, that I should do something."
"You'd take it?"
"I almost think—there's my boy, you see—but we'll talk about that in a minute. You were asking me about Kitty. I don't think you need worry about her. I keep her in hand. I don't think it would matter very much if she and your wife did meet, and, on the whole, you'd be doing more harm by objecting beyond a certain point than you would by allowing it. So, as far as she's concerned, things had better drift. The worst of it is"—again the fingers on the eyeballs—"they don't drift."
"Don't drift?"