"I know all that," Isabelle interrupted impatiently. "But is he happy?"
"A man like Vickers doesn't tell you that, you know."
"But you can tell—how did they seem?"
"Well," Fosdick replied slowly, "when I saw them in the gondola the first time, I thought—it was too bad!"
"I was afraid so," Isabelle cried. "Why don't they marry and come to New York or go to London or some place and make a life?—people can't live like that."
"I think he wants to marry her," Fosdick replied.
"But she won't?"
"Precisely,—not now."
"Why—what?"
Fosdick avoided the answer, and observed, "Vick seems awfully fond of the little girl, Delia."