It wasn't an ordinary smile at all.

It was just as though she were letting him into the light of her understanding, as though some one from the world, entrance into which he had craved, had stooped down to understand and was telling him that all was well.

He drew his chair a little closer to hers.
"We are all more or less impostors," she said.

"Does any one, I wonder, go about the world telling everybody what they really are, how they really live?
Dear me, how unpleasant and uncomfortable it would be! You are so wise, my new friend.

You know the value of impulses.