When I was a little thing I always knew he and Jean had secrets I was too young to hear.

They hid sad and ugly things from me, or things that might frighten a child.

They were very good." "Yes, they were good," he said, thoughtfully.
I think any one would have been pleased to find herself talking quietly to a great genius--as quietly as if he were quite an ordinary person; but to me the experience was wonderful.

I had thought about him so much and with such adoring reverence.

And he looked at me as if he truly liked me, even as if I were something new--a sort of discovery which interested him.