"Captain Jed--your prospective father-in-law--said the other day that he had been mistaken; he thought he knew me, but he was beginning to find he did not." "Did he say that?
What did he mean ?" "I imagine he meant he wasn't sure whether I was the fool he had believed me to be, or just a sharp rascal." Taylor looked at me over the edge of his glass.
"You think that's what he meant, do you ?" "I know it." He put the glass on the floor beside him and laid a hand on my knee.
"Ros," he said, "I don't know for sure what the Cap'n meant, though if he thinks you're either one of the two he's the fool.

But _I_ know you--better, maybe, than you know yourself.

At least I believe I know you better than any one else in the town." "That wouldn't be saying much." "Wouldn't it?
Well, maybe not.

But whose fault is it?
It's yours, the way I look at it.

Ros, I've been meaning to have a talk with you some day; perhaps this is as good a time as any.