He could repeat their legends.
"I wish you could tell me more," he went on.

"Can't you recollect anything further about your early childhood, your first impressions--the house, the woman who taught you to pray, the old black mammy?
Any little thing might be of priceless value as evidence." Alice shrugged her shoulders after the creole fashion with something of her habitual levity of manner, and laughed.

His earnestness seemed disproportioned to the subject, as she fancied he must view it, although to her it had always been something to dream over.

It was impossible for her to realize, as he did, the importance of details in solving a problem like that involved in her past history.

Nor could she feel the pathos and almost tragic fascination with which her story had touched him.
"There is absolutely nothing more to tell," she said.