“With whom?”

“Viola.”

“The deuce! What line did you take?”

“That one loves—if one loves—the kernel, not the shell.”

“And she?”

“You know her—the opposite.”

“Ah!”

“And you, Carey?”

“I! I think if the shell is a beautiful shell and becomes suddenly broken it makes a devil of a lot of difference in what most people think of the kernel.”

“It wouldn’t to me.”