To hear him declare himself in this way was astonishing--he, the dry, keen, Yankee banker.
"But why, George ?" I repeated.
"I don't know why; I told you that.

It's because I can't help it, I suppose.

Or because, as I said, I know you better than any one else." I sighed.

"Nobody knows me here," I said.
"One knows you, Ros.

I know you." "You may think you do, but you don't.