Then some one pulls a string and you get a totally different picture, equally vivid, equally accurate, of something else which is actually happening.

There is no trace of the first picture in the second.
Then they open a shutter and you see nothing but a plain white slab.
Somehow I always think of Miss Le Mesurier's mind.' After leaving Mrs.Willoughby's, Conway and Miss Le Mesurier walked together in the direction of Beaufort Gardens.
'Do you see much of Mr.Drake ?' she asked, after a considerable silence.
'Not as much as one would wish to.

He's generally busy.' 'You like him, then ?' she asked curiously.

'Why ?' 'Don't you?
There's an absence of pretension about him.

Nothing of the born-to-command air, but insensibly you find yourself believing in him, following him.