What I want to know is--" he looked at her critically.

"You see, the problem is, can one really talk to you?
Have you got a mind, or are you like the rest of your sex?
You seem to me absurdly young compared with men of your age." Rachel looked at him but said nothing.
"About Gibbon," he continued.

"D'you think you'll be able to appreciate him?
He's the test, of course.

It's awfully difficult to tell about women," he continued, "how much, I mean, is due to lack of training, and how much is native incapacity.

I don't see myself why you shouldn't understand--only I suppose you've led an absurd life until now--you've just walked in a crocodile, I suppose, with your hair down your back." The music was again beginning.