He is one of those men whom I admire.

Women have never mastered him.

He knows so much about them." "Yes ?" a flicker in her eyes.
"Beneath all his banter there is a brave heart.

He is a rare man who, having brain and heart to guide, follows the heart." He picked up the pipe and began to play a tattoo on the sill.

"As for me, I know nothing of women, save what I have read in books, and save that I have been too long without them." "And you have gone all these years without knowing what it is to love ?" To a man less guileless, this question would not have been in good taste.
Fitzgerald was silent; he dared not venture another lie.
"What! you are silent?
Is there, after all, a woman somewhere in your life ?" "Yes." He continued to tap the pipe.