He would never begin to understand her.

I will save her from Dale for her own sake.
All this, ladies and gentlemen, because her eyes fascinated me, and caused me to hold my breath, and made my heart beat.
And will Captain Vauvenarde understand her?
Of course he won't.

But then he is her husband, and husbands are notoriously and _cum privilegio_ dunder-headed.

I make no pretensions to understand her, but as I am neither her lover nor her husband it does not matter.

She says nothing diabolical or eerie or fantastic or feline or pre-Adamite or uncanny or spiritual; and yet she _is_, in a queer, indescribable way, all these things.
"_Je le veux_," she said, and we drank in each other's souls, or gaped at each other like a pair of idiots just as you please.