This Mr.Arthur Russell was a much more responsive person than one had supposed.
"So, Mr.Russell, you don't know anything about me except what you thought when you first saw me ?" "Yes, I know I was right when I thought it." "You haven't told me what you thought." "I thought you were like what you ARE like." "Not very definite, is it?
I'm afraid you shed more light a minute or so ago, when you said how different from Mildred you thought I was.

That WAS definite, unfortunately!" "I didn't say it," Russell explained.

"I thought it, and you read my mind.

That's the sort of girl I thought you were--one that could read a man's mind.

Why do you say 'unfortunately' you're not like Mildred ?" Alice's smooth gesture seemed to sketch Mildred.