Perhaps you will not like me when you once come to know me." "Then I remain your disciple." "Oh no," she flushed again, "you must already think me presumptuous enough in venturing to give you advice.

I have written so many foolish things--" "Indeed, no," he interrupted, "a thousand times no.

Let me tell you once for all, if I may, that you have taught me a great deal--far more than you can ever understand, or than I can explain.

Where did you get your wisdom?
Not from the Book of Human Life.

Of that you cannot know much as yet." "The wisdom is in your imagination, I think.