“Well, my dear, would you like to tell me what is troubling you? Perhaps I can do something.”
“I want you to do something for me. Or rather—it would really be for somebody else. You remember Beryl Van Tuyn?”
“The daffodil girl—yes.”
“She has been here to-night. She is in a great difficulty. By the way, of course she knows about my consulting you. I told her I would do it.”
“I did not suppose you would give away a confidence.”
“No! Seymour, has it ever struck you that there is something in you and in me which is akin in spite of the tremendous differences in our natures?”
“Oh yes.”
“I’m glad. I like to feel that and—and I want you to feel it.”
“I do. I feel it strongly.”
“Whatever happens it would always be there.”