There, I must confess, you have signally failed." "What have I tried to teach you ?" "Heaps of things: that pleasure is more important than duty; that we are sent into the world to enjoy ourselves; that the worship of art is the only soul-satisfying form of faith; that conscience is an exhausted force; that feelings and emotions ought to be labelled and scheduled; that lobster is digestible; that Miss Herbert is the most attractive woman in the world; etcetera, etcetera." "And what have I taught you without trying ?" "Ah! that is a large order; and it is remarkable that the things you have taught me are just the things that you have never learned yourself." "Then I couldn't have taught them." "But you did; that is where your genius comes in." "I really am tremendously quick in judging character," repeated Elisabeth thoughtfully; "if I met you for the first time I should know in five minutes that you were a man with plenty of head, and heaps of soul, and very little heart." "That would show wonderful penetration on your part." "You may laugh, but I should.

Of course, as it is, it is not particularly clever of me to understand you thoroughly; I have known you so long." "Exactly; it would only be distinctly careless of you if you did not." "Of course it would; but I do.

I could draw a map of your mind with my eyes shut, I know it so well." "I wish you would.

I should value it even if it were drawn with your eyes open, though possibly in that case it might be less correct." "I will, if you will give me a pencil and a sheet of paper." Christopher produced a pencil, and tore a half-sheet off a note that he had in his pocket.

The two were walking through the wood at the Willows at that moment, and Elisabeth straightway sat down upon a felled tree that happened to be lying there, and began to draw.
The young man watched her with amusement.