He marvelled that she should know so well, and he wondered what was coming.
"I wonder what you really think of me, Peter," she went on.

"I suppose you think I never can be serious--no, I won't say serious--conventional.
But you're very stupid; we all of us can be, and must be sometimes.

You asked me just now what I thought of your friend--well, I'll tell you.
He is as different from you as possible.

He has his thoughts, no doubt, but he prefers to be very tidy.

He takes refuge in the things you throw overboard.