"To the undiscovered in life!" He drained his glass and set it down empty.
"The undiscovered," he muttered, looking around.

"It is a very good toast, Beatrice.

There are many things of which one might remain ignorant all one's life if one relied wholly upon one's own perceptions." "I believe," she agreed, "that if I had not appeared you were in great danger of becoming narrow." "I am sure of it," he answered, "but you see you came." She was thoughtful for a moment.
"This reminds me just a little of that first dreary feast of ours," she said.

"You knew what it was like then to feed a genuinely starving girl.
And I was miserable, Leonard.

It didn't seem to me that there was any other end save one." "You've got over all that nonsense ?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes, I suppose so," she answered.