"No, I don't suppose he does.

He was never introspective.

He was simply the most tremendous response to stimuli I have ever known.

We didn't know exactly what to do with him." A servant came in and noiselessly removed the tea-tray.

Mrs.Alexander screened her face from the firelight, which was beginning to throw wavering bright spots on her dress and hair as the dusk deepened.
"Of course," she said, "I now and again hear stories about things that happened when he was in college." "But that isn't what you want." Wilson wrinkled his brows and looked at her with the smiling familiarity that had come about so quickly.