Didn't I tell you that last summer? You used to come to see me
then."
"Oh yes, I remember," Ransom said, rather musingly. "And did she bring
her back?"
"Gracious, you don't suppose she would leave her! Olive thinks she's
born to regenerate the world."
"I remember you telling me that, too. It comes back to me. Well, is her
mind formed?"
"As I haven't seen it, I cannot tell you."
"Aren't you going on there to see----"
"To see whether Miss Tarrant's mind is formed?" Mrs. Luna broke in. "I
will go if you would like me to. I remember your being immensely excited
about her that time you met her. Don't you recollect that?"
Ransom hesitated an instant. "I can't say I do. It is too long ago."
"Yes, I have no doubt that's the way you change, about women! Poor Miss
Tarrant, if she thinks she made an impression on you!"
"She won't think about such things as that, if her mind has been formed
by your sister," Ransom said. "It does come back to me now, what you
told me about the growth of their intimacy. And do they mean to go on
living together for ever?"
"I suppose so--unless some one should take it into his head to marry
Verena."
"Verena--is that her name?" Ransom asked.
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