"Peter," she said savagely, "in two minutes that man would know more about me than you do, if I let him." He had never seen her so.

The childish brown eyes had a look in them that reminded him of an animal caught in a trap.

He sprang up and dropped on his knees by her side, catching her hand.
"Oh, Julie, don't," he said.

"What do you mean?
What is there about you that I don't know?
How are you different from either of them ?" She threw her cigarette away, and ran her fingers through his hair, then made a gesture, almost as if pushing something away, Peter thought, and laughed her old ringing trill of laughter.
"Lor', Peter, was I tragic?
I didn't mean to be, my dear.

There's a lot about me that you don't know, but something that you've guessed.