"They're smart, but they're not his own. The air was soft and grey and mild and evening was coming. In going on with the record of what was hideous at Bly, I not only challenge the most liberal faith--for which I little care; but--and this is another matter--I renew what I myself suffered, I again push my way through it to the end. "Dear, dear--we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn't mind it--!" She even tried a grim joke.