"I shall know nothing about you.

I knew nothing about you before, and it will be the same again." "I knew nothing about you then, unfortunately," said Felix.

"But now I shall write to you." "Don't write to me.

I shall not answer you," Gertrude declared.
"I should of course burn your letters," said Felix.
Gertrude looked at him again.

"Burn my letters?
You sometimes say strange things." "They are not strange in themselves," the young man answered.