“You don’t remember then? I had forgotten; but I remember now . She liked me the best of whatever there was at Bretton.”

“You thought so.”

“I quite well recall it. I wish I could tell her all I recall; or rather, I wish some one, you for instance, would go behind and whisper it all in her ear, and I could have the delight⁠—here, as I sit⁠—of watching her look under the intelligence. Could you manage that, think you, Lucy, and make me ever grateful?”