"Can you remember the name of the dog? Wasn't it Aeneas?"
"No—Achilles."
"I meant Achilles. Well—his dog's Achilles."
"I thought you said there was no name on the collar."
"No more there was. But I understand that Gwen met him yesterday evening—down by Arthur's Bridge, I believe—and had some conversation with him, I gather."
"Oh!"
"But why? Why 'Oh!'—I mean?"
"I didn't mean anything. Only that she was looking so scared and unhappy at breakfast, and that would account for it."
"Surely...."
"Surely what?"