"I like walking in Richmond Park and singing to myself and knowing it doesn't matter a damn to anybody.

I like seeing things go on--as we saw you that night when you didn't see us--I love the freedom of it--it's like being the wind or the sea." She turned with a curious fling of her hands and looked at the sea.

It was still very blue, dancing away as far as the eye could reach, but the light on it was yellower, and the clouds were turning flamingo red.
A feeling of intense depression crossed Hewet's mind as she spoke.
It seemed plain that she would never care for one person rather than another; she was evidently quite indifferent to him; they seemed to come very near, and then they were as far apart as ever again; and her gesture as she turned away had been oddly beautiful.
"Nonsense," he said abruptly.

"You like people.

You like admiration.
Your real grudge against Hirst is that he doesn't admire you." She made no answer for some time.