"Stay awhile, unless you're bored," she urged, "but if you're really bored I shan't say a word.

I assure you I sometimes bore myself." As he fell back into his chair Trent was conscious of a feeling of intimacy, and strange as it was, it dispelled instantly his engrossing shyness.
"I'm not bored," he said, "I'm merely puzzled." "Oh, I know," Gerty nodded, "but you'll get over it.

I puzzle everybody at first, but it doesn't last because I'm really as clear as running water.

My gayety and my good spirits are but the joys of flippancy, you see." "I don't see," protested Trent, his eyes warming.
She laughed softly, as if rather pleased than otherwise by the frankness of his admiration.

"You haven't lost as yet the divine faith of youth," she said, carelessly flicking the ashes of her cigarette upon the little table at her elbow.