"They're not so wild as you think. Doctor Isaacson is just the man to do such a thing."
"Well, even if he did—?"
"Do you want him to?" she interrupted.
He hesitated.
"You do want him to."
She said it bitterly.
"And I thought I was enough!" she exclaimed.
"It isn't that, Ruby—it isn't that at all. But I confess that I should like Isaacson to see for himself how happy we are together."
"Did you say that in your letter?"
"No, not a word of it. But I did think it when I was writing. Wasn't it a natural thought? Isaacson was almost my confidant—not quite, for nobody was quite—about my feelings and intentions towards you before our marriage."