"I am older, you see, for one thing; and I have had a harder time of it for another, and some of the idealism has been knocked out of me." "But the nice thing about you is that though you always know when I am wrong or foolish, you never seem to despise me for it." Despise her?
Christopher laughed at the word; and yet women were supposed to have such keen perceptions.
"I don't care whether you are wise or foolish," he said, "as long as you are you.

That is all that matters to me." "And you really think I am nice ?" "I don't see how you could well be nicer." "Oh! you don't know what I could do if I tried.

You underrate my powers; you always did.

But you are a very restful person, Chris; when my mind gets tired with worrying over things and trying to understand them, I find it a perfect holiday to talk to you.

You seem to take things as they are." "Well, I have to, you see; and what must be must." "Simple natures like yours are very soothing to complex natures like mine.