He preys upon you." His hands in his pockets and his legs much apart, Mitchy sat there as in a posture adapted to her simplicity.

"You're adorable.

YOU don't.

But it IS rather horrid, isn't it ?" he presently went on.
Her momentary silence would have been by itself enough of an answer.
"Nothing--of all you speak of," she nevertheless returned, "will matter then.

She'll so simplify your life." He remained just as he was, only with his eyes on her; and meanwhile she had turned again to her window, through which a faint sun-streak began to glimmer and play.