"Who and what are you?
What place do you hold in the world ?" "None," she answered quietly.

"I am an outcast." He glanced around him.
"You are rich!" "On the contrary," she assured him, "I am nearly a pauper." "How do you live, then ?" he asked breathlessly.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Why do you ask me these questions ?" she said.

"I cannot answer them.
Whatever my life may be, I live it to myself." He leaned a little towards her.

His breath was coming quickly, and she, too, caught something of the nervous excitement of his manner.
"There are better things," he began.
"Not for me," she interrupted quickly.

"I tell you that I am an outcast.