"I didn't know you could be so good at a distance,"—she said expressively.
"Did you find out what reception your letters met?"
"I didn't want to find out."
"Do you call that an answer?" he said smiling. "Why didn't you want to find out?—and did you?"
"Why!"—said Faith,—"I didn't want to find out because it wasn't necessary. I did find out that I liked to write. But you wouldn't have liked it if you had known what time of night it was, often."
"What do you think of taking up a new study?" said Mr. Linden. "It strikes me that it would do you good to stand in the witness-box half an hour every day,—just for practice. Faith—did you find out what reception your letters met?"
"I knew before—" she said, meeting his eyes.
"Did you!—then what made you assure me I should not like them?"
"I don't think you did, Endecott—the parts of them that you oughtn't to have liked."
"Truly I think not!" he said laughing. "You are on safe ground there, little Mignonette. But speaking of letters—do you want more tidings from Italy?"