“I have been thinking, Miss Bartlett,” he said, “and, unless you very much object, I would like to reopen that discussion.” She bowed. “Nothing about the past. I know little and care less about that; I am absolutely certain that it is to your cousin's credit. She has acted loftily and rightly, and it is like her gentle modesty to say that we think too highly of her. But the future. Seriously, what do you think of this Greek plan?” He pulled out the letter again. “I don't know whether you overheard, but she wants to join the Miss Alans in their mad career. It's all — I can't explain — it's wrong.”

Miss Bartlett read the letter in silence, laid it down, seemed to hesitate, and then read it again.

“I can't see the point of it myself.”