The psychologist said, “Is that Stephen Byrne?” in an awed voice, and tried not to look as impressed and gratified as he felt when Whittaker assured him that it was. The elderly ladies looked more cheerful, and abandoned the barren topic of domestic worries to discuss poetry and Mr. Byrne. Mrs. Ambrose said, “I like Mr. Byrne”; Mrs. Church said, “A nice man, Mr. Byrne”; Mrs. Vincent said, “Such a nice couple, the Byrnes.”