And what I liked so much about you was your difference from those other women.

You gave me rest from them and their ways.

They bored me even when I was half in love with them, and made me restless for them even when I wasn't a little bit.
It was as if they were always expecting something from me--I couldn't for the life of me tell what--always on the look out, don't you know, for some mysterious moment that never arrived." She thought she knew.

She felt that he was describing vaguely and with incomparable innocence the approaches of the ladies who had once designed to marry him.

He had never seen through them; they (and they must have been so obvious, those ladies) had remained for him inscrutable, mysterious.