"I don't know--" And again he was silent.
"You've known some life, haven't you ?" he asked.
"Me?
Why ?" "You seem to." "Do I?
I'm sorry.

Do I seem vicious ?--No, I'm not vicious .-- I've seen some life, perhaps--in Paris mostly.

But not much.

Why do you ask ?" "I wasn't thinking." "But what do you mean?
What are you thinking ?" "Nothing.

Nothing." "Don't be so irritating," said she.
But he did not answer, and she became silent also.