Even Mildred.

Oh, she wouldn't confess it to you: you'd have to know her a great deal better than any man can ever know her to find out." "I see," he said.

"Girls are always telling us we can't know them.

I wonder if you----" She took up his thought before he expressed it, and again he was fascinated by her quickness, which indeed seemed to him almost telepathic.

"Oh, but DON'T we know one another, though!" she cried.
"Such things we have to keep secret--things that go on right before YOUR eyes!" "Why don't some of you tell us ?" he asked.
"We can't tell you." "Too much honour ?" "No.