I was always more or less alone.

I met this man Cavenaugh, or whatever he calls himself, in a concert-hall about a year ago.

We became friendly.

He came to me and bought his collars and ties and suspenders." Kitty found herself retreating from a fury which far outmatched her own; and as he gained in force, hers dwindled correspondingly.
Thomas continued.

"He was well-read, traveled; he interested me.