'Who and what are you--living in that house in that kind of company ?' 'My good aunts!' She laughed softly.

'They talk a great deal about their souls, but they really mean their nerves.

Why, they are what you call my camouflage, and a very good one too.' 'And that cadaverous young prig ?' 'Poor Launcelot! Yes--camouflage too--perhaps something a little more.
You must not judge him too harshly.' 'But ...

but--' I did not know how to put it, and stammered in my eagerness.

'How can I tell that you are the right person for me to speak to?
You see I am under orders, and I have got none about you.' 'I will give You Proof,' she said.