I don't mean really that she made me, you know.

There wasn't anything forward about her then, though I hear there is sometimes.

She seemed to me a restless, lonely, misdirected intelligence hungry to know things.

That is the only way I can describe her, but you will understand.

She has had absolutely no advantages; she doesn't even know what culture means, or social instinct, or any of the qualities you were born with, my dear boy; but she feels vaguely that she has missed something, and she is reaching out gropingly and trying to find it.