I do not know you.

I know nothing in the world about you." "Well--" Again he hesitated as if over an impediment in his speech.
Then, finding with an effort the words he needed, he went on more easily: "If there's anything you'd like to know, I guess you can ask me." She frowned slightly, and leaving the door moved resolutely to the writing-table, where she stopped with her hand on the pile of newspapers.

Against the indeterminate colour of the walls her head, with its dark, silver-powdered hair, worn smooth and close after the Parisian fashion, showed as clear and fine as an etching.

In her blue summer gown she looked almost girlish in spite of the imperious dignity of her carriage; and from her delicate head to her slender feet, she diffused an air of fashion which perplexed and embarrassed him, though he was unaware of the conscious art which produced it.
"The only thing I'd like to know about you," she answered, "is why you have taken so sudden a fancy to my son ?" At this he laughed outright, with a boyish zest which dispelled the oppressive formality of her manner.

He was completely at his ease again, and while he ran his hand impatiently through his hair, he answered frankly: "Well, you see, when it comes to that, I didn't take any sudden fancy, as you call it--I didn't take any fancy at all--it was the other way about.