I shouldn't enjoy myself among them.

You, perhaps, would." "I might," Eve replied absently.

And she turned away to the other side of the square.
"By-the-bye, you _have_ a friend in Paris.

Do you ever hear from her ?" "She wrote once or twice after she went back; but it has come to an end." "Still, you might find her again, if you were there." Eve delayed her reply a little, then spoke impatiently.
"What is the use of setting my thoughts upon such things?
Day after day I try to forget what I most wish for.

Talk about yourself, and I will listen with pleasure; but never talk about me." "It's very hard to lay that rule upon me.