Do you know it ?" "Querida said that, too.

He said that I was an experience; and that all good work is made up of experiences that concern it only indirectly." "Do you like Querida ?" he asked, curiously.
"Sometimes." "Not always ?" "Oh, yes, always more or less.

But sometimes"-- she was silent, her dark eyes dreaming, lips softly parted.
"What do you mean by that ?" he inquired, carelessly.
"By what, Louis ?" she asked, naively, interrupted in her day-dream.
"By hinting--that sometimes you like Querida--more than at others ?" "Why, I do," she said, frankly.

"Besides, I don't hint things; I say them." She had turned her head to look at him.

Their eyes met in silence for a few moments.
"You are funny about Querida," she said.