Yet there was a decidedly unconventional quality about him: he was totally unlike anything or anybody that she could remember; and as the attributes of originality are often as apt to alarm as to attract people, she was not entirely prepossessed in his favor.
"I can hardly hope," he began pleasantly, "that you remember me.

It is eleven years ago, and you were a very little girl.

I am afraid I cannot even claim to have enjoyed that familiarity that might exist between a child of six and a young man of twenty-one.

I don't think I was fond of children.

But I knew your mother very well.