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This
was
a
statement
of
faith
,
not
a
contradiction
,
and
I
quickly
switched
horses
.
I
nodded
and
said
her
father
had
probably
taken
the
long
view
,
while
I
was
taking
the
short
(
whatever
that
meant
)
.
"
Charles
misses
him
exceedingly
,
"
Esme
said
,
after
a
moment
.
"
He
was
an
exceedingly
lovable
man
.
He
was
extremely
handsome
,
too
.
Not
that
one
’
s
appearance
matters
greatly
,
but
he
was
.
He
had
terribly
penetrating
eyes
,
for
a
man
who
was
intransically
kind
.
"
I
nodded
.
I
said
I
imagined
her
father
had
had
quite
an
extraordinary
vocabulary
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
quite
,
"
said
Esme
.
"
He
was
an
archivist
—
amateur
,
of
course
.
"
At
that
point
,
I
felt
an
importunate
tap
,
almost
a
punch
,
on
my
upper
arm
,
from
Charles
’
direction
.
I
turned
to
him
.
He
was
sitting
in
a
fairly
normal
position
in
his
chair
now
,
except
that
he
had
one
knee
tucked
under
him
.
"
What
did
one
wall
say
to
the
other
wall
?
"
he
asked
shrilly
.
"
It
’
s
a
riddle
!
"
I
rolled
my
eyes
reflectively
ceilingward
and
repeated
the
question
aloud
.
Then
I
looked
at
Charles
with
a
stumped
expression
and
said
I
gave
up
.
"
Meet
you
at
the
corner
!
"
came
the
punch
line
,
at
top
volume
.
It
went
over
biggest
with
Charles
himself
.
It
struck
him
as
unbearably
funny
.
In
fact
,
Esme
had
to
come
around
and
pound
him
on
the
back
,
as
if
treating
him
for
a
coughing
spell
.
"
Now
,
stop
that
,
"
she
said
.
She
went
back
to
her
own
seat
.
"
He
tells
that
same
riddle
to
everyone
he
meets
and
has
a
fit
every
single
time
.
Usually
he
drools
when
he
laughs
.
Now
,
just
stop
,
please
.
"
"
It
’
s
one
of
the
best
riddles
I
’
ve
heard
,
though
,
"
I
said
,
watching
Charles
,
who
was
very
gradually
coming
out
of
it
.
In
response
to
this
compliment
,
he
sank
considerably
lower
in
his
chair
and
again
masked
his
face
up
to
the
eyes
with
a
corner
of
the
tablecloth
.
He
then
looked
at
me
with
his
exposed
eyes
,
which
were
full
of
slowly
subsiding
mirth
and
the
pride
of
someone
who
knows
a
really
good
riddle
or
two
.
