"We have always understood each other, except about Juanita.

We have nearly always been of the same mind--you and I." Marcos was leaning his arms on the table and looked across the room towards his father with a slow smile.
"Let us try and understand each other about Juanita before we go any farther.

You think that there may be thoughts in your mind which are beyond my comprehension.

It may not be as bad as that.

I allow you, that as the heart grows older it loses a certain sensitiveness and delicacy of feeling.