She even, fairly pausing for it, spoke with a shade of pity.

"Guess!" It was a shade, fairly, that brought a flush into his face; so that for a moment, as they waited together, their difference was between them.
"You mean that just your hour with him told you so much of his story?
Very good; I'm not such a fool, on my side, as that I don't understand you, or as that I didn't in some degree understand HIM.

That he has done what he liked most isn't, among any of us, a matter the least in dispute.

There's equally little question at this time of day of what it is he does like most.

But I'm not talking," he reasonably explained, "of any mere wretch he may still pick up.