"Perhaps I do. Naturally, I want mine answered first."
"And then will you give me the answer to my question?" said he eagerly.
"That would seem to be no more than good manners."
"What do you want to know, Dolly? I am sure I can't tell what to say to you."
"Tell me what makes my father look unlike himself," said Dolly quietly. She spoke quietly; not as if she were greatly concerned to know the answer; yet if Lawrence had guessed how her heart beat he would have had still more difficulty with his reply. He had some, as it was; so much that he tried to turn the matter off.
"You are imagining things," he said. "Mr. Copley seems to me very much what I have always known him."
"He does not seem to me as I have always known him," said Dolly. "And you are not saying what you are thinking, Mr. St. Leger."
"You are terribly sharp!" said he, to gain time.
"That's quite common among American women. Go on, Mr. St. Leger, if you please."
"I declare, it's uncanny. I feel as if you could see through me, too. And no one will bear such looking into."