“Yesterday I came home,” continued Knight, “without having, to the best of my belief, imbibed half-a-dozen ideas worth retaining.”
“You out-Hamlet Hamlet in morbidness of mood,” said Stephen, with regretful frankness.
Knight made no reply.
“Do you know,” Stephen continued, “I could almost have sworn that you would be married before this time, from what I saw?”
Knight’s face grew harder. “Could you?” he said.
Stephen was powerless to forsake the depressing, luring subject.
“Yes; and I simply wonder at it.”
“Whom did you expect me to marry?”
“Her I saw you with.”
“Thank you for that wonder.”