"Over there. I think you must be even in the papers."
"Without abuse?"
"Oh we don't abuse every one."
Mrs. Hayes, in her beauty, it was clear, stretched the point. "They rave
about you."
"Then they _don't_ know?"
"Nobody knows," the young man declared; "it wasn't any one's knowledge, at
any rate, that made us uneasy."
"It was your own? I mean your own sense?"
"Well, call it that. We remembered, and we wondered what had happened. So,"
Mr. Hayes now frankly laughed, "we came to see."