"He likes his things--he loves them," she was to say; "and it isn't only--it isn't perhaps even at all--that he loves to sell them.

I think he would love to keep them if he could; and he prefers, at any rate, to sell them to right people.

We, clearly, were right people--he knows them when he sees them; and that's why, as I say, you could make out, or at least _I_ could, that he cared for us.

Didn't you see"-- she was to ask it with an insistence--"the way he looked at us and took us in?
I doubt if either of us have ever been so well looked at before.

Yes, he'll remember us"-- she was to profess herself convinced of that almost to uneasiness.
"But it was after all"-- this was perhaps reassuring--"because, given his taste, since he HAS taste, he was pleased with us, he was struck--he had ideas about us.