Hamilton Beamish patted her hand absently. He was too preoccupied to notice the hateful name by which she had addressed him.
"I have had a wonderful experience," he said.
"So have I. I think I'm in love."
"I have given the matter as close attention as has been possible, in the limited time at my disposal," said Hamilton Beamish, "and I have reached the conclusion that I, too, am in love."
"I think I am in love with your friend, George Finch."
"I am in love with ..." Hamilton Beamish paused. "I don't know her name. She is a most charming girl. I met her coming up here on the bus, and we talked for awhile on the front door-steps. I took something out of her eye."
Molly stared incredulously.
"You have fallen in love with a girl and you don't know who she is? But I thought you always said that love was a reasoned emotion and all that."
"One's views alter," said Hamilton Beamish. "A man's intellectual perceptions do not stand still. One develops."
"I was never so surprised in my life."