"Well, darling, you use your imagination—and sign my name to it."
"Really."
"Surest thing, Ev."
"Don't tell me I've missed something."
"I think you have."
"Well, it's really too late now—all I can do is be sorry."
"You see, Ev—what I really like about Harry is his—well, his way."
"No—REALLY," said Evelyn, eyes wide.
"That's what it is."
"Well, I admit I've always suspected Harry."