"We will not talk any more about him." She settled herself a little more comfortably, and smoothed out her skirts.

Then she looked up at him with faintly parted lips.
"What shall we talk about, Mr.Andrew ?" she said softly.
"About ourselves," he answered, "or rather about you.

It seems to me that we both stand a little outside the game of life, as your friends up there understand it." He waved his large brown hand in the direction of the Hall.
"You are a child, fresh from boarding-school, too young to understand, too young to know where to look for your friends, or discriminate against your enemies.

I am a rough sort of fellow, also, outside their lives, from necessity, from every reason which the brain of man could evolve.

Sometimes we outsiders see more than is intended.