The general made a less consenting noise in his throat, and asked, "How do you look at it, yourself, Agatha?"
"I don't believe I quite understand it; but Mrs. March—"
"Oh, Mrs. March!" the general snorted.
"—says that Mr. March does not think so badly of it as Mr. Burnamy does."
"I doubt it. At any rate, I understood March quite differently."
"She says that he thinks he behaved very nobly afterwards when Mr. Stoller wanted him to help him put a false complexion on it; that it was all the more difficult for him to do right then, because of his remorse for what he had done before." As she spoke on she had become more eager.
"There's something in that," the general admitted, with a candor that he made the most of both to himself and to her. "But I should like to know what Stoller had to say of it all. Is there anything," he inquired, "any reason why I need be more explicit about it, just now?"
"N—no. Only, I thought—He thinks so much of your opinion that—if—"
"Oh, he can very well afford to wait. If he values my opinion so highly he can give me time to make up my mind."
"Of course—"