It's exactly the thing that I'm reduced to doing for myself.

It seems to rescue a little, you see, from the wreck of hopes and ambitions, the refuse-heap of disappointments and failures, my one presentable little scrap of an identity." On this she looked at him as to say many things, but what she at last simply said was: "She likes to see it there.

You're the bigger swell of the two," she immediately continued, "because you think you're not one.

She thinks she IS one.

However," Miss Gostrey added, "she thinks you're one too.