D'you know, Miss Vinrace, you've made me think?
How little, after all, one can tell anybody about one's life! Here I sit; there you sit; both, I doubt not, chock-full of the most interesting experiences, ideas, emotions; yet how communicate?
I've told you what every second person you meet might tell you." "I don't think so," she said.

"It's the way of saying things, isn't it, not the things ?" "True," said Richard.

"Perfectly true." He paused.

"When I look back over my life--I'm forty-two--what are the great facts that stand out?
What were the revelations, if I may call them so?
The misery of the poor and--" (he hesitated and pitched over) "love!" Upon that word he lowered his voice; it was a word that seemed to unveil the skies for Rachel.
"It's an odd thing to say to a young lady," he continued.

"But have you any idea what--what I mean by that?
No, of course not.