"You don't belong to the same world with Mary Byrd and--" He was going to add "Patty Vetch," but he checked himself before the name escaped him.
She seemed to melt rather than break from her attitude of waiting, so gently did her movements sink into the shadowy glow of the firelight.
"No, I don't," she replied, with a touch of sadness.

"I sometimes wish that I did." "You wish that you did!" Here was surprise at last.

"But, why, in Heaven's name, should you wish that when you are everything that they ought to be ?" "As if that mattered!" There was a tone in her voice that was new to him.

"It's gone out of fashion to be superior.

Nobody even cares any longer about your being what you ought to be.