She was silent, while he was thoughtful. Presently he inquired of what passed when she met him.
She told him.
"I never spoke of having met him before."
"You didn't?"
"Why, no, papa. How could I? It would be hard to explain."
"Well, now, coming to think of it, it would, wouldn't it?"
"It shouldn't," she said. She didn't relish the situation.
"Did he?"
"What?"
"Speak of it."