No one could want him as a friend, while to make him an enemy would be terrible." I could not help shuddering as she spoke.

I had made him my enemy, and the thought was terrible.
"He does not like you," she went on; "he did not like the way you regarded his magical story and his thought-reading.

Were I you, I should have no further communications with him.

I should politely ignore him." I watched her face as she spoke.

Surely there was more than common interest betrayed in her voice; surely that face showed an earnestness beyond the common interest of a passing acquaintance?
"I do not wish to have anything to do with him," I said, "and might I also say something to you?
Surely if a man should avoid him, a woman should do so a thousand times more.