We're of different worlds, I guess--don't question me; I'd rather you wouldn't.

Am I happy?
Yes, in a way, or shall be, when I've done what I mean to do!" Such were some of his phrases that kept coming back to her, as she sat there in that luxurious and beautiful room, her book lying unread in her lap, the scent of flowers everywhere, and, merely for her taking, all the world's treasures hers to command.

Strange man, indeed, and stranger speech, to her! Never had she been thus spoken to.

His every word and thought and point of view, commonplace enough, perhaps, seemed peculiarly stimulating to her, and wakened eager curiosity, and would not let her live in peace, as heretofore.
"He said he was a Socialist, too," she murmured, "whatever that may be.
But he--he didn't _look_ it! On the contrary, he looked remarkably clean and intelligent.

And the words he used were the words of an educated man.