"It's just like you--it is you," he said, as his eyes came
back to her.

"It's a good place to be alone in--I don't think I've ever
before cared to talk with any one here."

"Let's be quiet, then: it's the best way of talking."

"Yes; but we must save it up till later. There are things I
want to say to you now."

He leaned back in his chair. "Say them, then, and I'll
listen."

"Oh, no. I want you to tell me about Miss Viner."

"About Miss Viner?" He summoned up a look of faint
interrogation.

He thought she seemed surprised at his surprise. "It's
important, naturally," she explained, "that I should find
out all I can about her before I leave."

"Important on Effie's account?"

"On Effie's account--of course."

"Of course...But you've every reason to be satisfied,
haven't you?"