"Then," said Vera, "I'm doing it right, so far?"

They both laughed; Vera because she still was in awe of him, and
Winthrop because he was happy.

"You're doing it charmingly," Winthrop assured her.

"Good!" exclaimed Vera. "Well, now," she inquired, "now we talk,
don't we?"

"Yes," assented Winthrop promptly, "we talk about you."

"No, I -- I don't think we do," declared Vera, in haste. "I
think we talk about -- Geneva." She turned to him with real
interest. "Is the town much changed?" she asked.

As though preparing for a long talk, Winthrop dropped his hat to
the floor and settled himself comfortably. "Well, it is, and it
isn't," he answered. "Haven't you been back lately?" he asked.
Vera looked quickly away from him.

"I have never been back!" she answered. There was a pause and
when she again turned her eyes to his, she was smiling. "But I
always take the Geneva Times," she said, "and I often read that
you've been there. You're a great man in Geneva."

Winthrop nodded gravely.

"Whenever I want to be a great man," he said, "I go to Geneva."