Vee’s kind eyes suddenly looked older and wiser than her years. “She will argue the toss until she is blue in the face if she cares the slightest bit to make you think that she doesn’t, but if she really cares and she fears her arguments lack enough conviction and might give away the real her, she is silent. That, my dear Giles, is when you know that you have her. Why do you think we all give her such a hard time over you? Because several months ago she ran out of convincing arguments—even for herself. And her silence is deafening.”
