But he only behaves as if--as if--well, you know what I mean, Alice!" "Exactly," said Alice.

"You can't describe it.

He's so cool, and stolid, and silent, that you feel shoddy and cheap, and any simple little remark doesn't seem enough to say.

You try to talk up to him, and yet feel small all the time." "Not at all," said Helen.

"You talk down to him, as if he were--were--your old grandfather, or some one else you admired, but thought very dull and old-fashioned." "But the worst is the way he looks at you.