You know well enough that I don't know the things you know." "What are they, in Heaven's name ?" "Things--experiences--matters that concern life--the world, men, everything!" "You wouldn't be interesting if you knew such things," he said.

She thought there was the same curious hint of indifference, something of listlessness, almost fatigue in the expression of his eyes.

And again, apparently apropos of nothing, she found herself thinking of what Kathleen had said about this man.
"I don't understand you," she said, looking at him.
He smiled, and the ghost of a shadow passed from his eyes.
"I was talking at random." "I don't think you were." "Why not ?" She shook her head, drawing a long, quiet breath.

Silent, lips resting in softly troubled curves, she thought of what Kathleen had said about this man.

_What_ had he done to disgrace himself?
A few moments later she rose with decision.
"Come," she said, unconsciously imperious.
He looked across the room and saw Dysart.
"But I haven't begun to tell you--" he began; and she interrupted smilingly: "I know enough about you for a while; I have learned that you are a very wonderful young man and that I'm inclined to like you.