But you don't know me, do you?
My fortune is adequate." "So is mine," she rejoined.

"I could perhaps buy some of your property, if it were for sale.

But I want more than money of you." "Who are you ?" demanded he suddenly, reverting to the old puzzle regarding her.
A sadness came upon her averted face.

"Only a bit of flotsam on the human wave.

How small we all are, any of us! And there's so much to be done!" Half stumbling, he shifted his position, leaning his weight against the tall pillar of the gallery.