Ah," she added softly, "what are you now?
For I don't know, and you cannot tell me if you would.

...

Out of these little windows called eyes we look at one another, and study surfaces, and try to peep into neighbours' windows.

But all is dark behind the windows--always dark, in there where they tell us souls hide." She laid the shell-pink bud against her cheek that matched it, smiling with wise sweetness to herself.
"What counts with you ?" he asked after a moment.
"Counts?
How ?" "In your affections.

What prepossesses you ?" She laughed audaciously: "Your traits--some of them--all of them that you reveal.