You always smile at other people's confessions, and keep your own mind mysterious.' 'Mysterious?
I always thought one of my faults was over-frankness.' 'That only shows how little we know ourselves.' Harvey was reflecting on the incompleteness of his knowledge of Alma.
Intentionally or not, she appeared to him at this moment in a perfectly new light; he could not have pictured her so simple of manner, so direct, so placid.

Trouble seemed to have given her a holiday, and at the same time to have released her from self-consciousness.
'But you have never told us,' she went on, 'about your wanderings in France this summer.

English people don't go much to that part, do they ?' 'No.

I happened to read a book about it.

It's the old fighting-ground of French and English--interesting to any one pedantic enough to care for such things.' 'But not to people born to be sheep-farmers.