"Well, it might not for you, and yet might for—for other people."
She still forced an unsteady smile. "That's something I don't have to worry about, at any rate. I've given up thinking of other people's opinions."
"I don't mean other people in general—only in particular."
"I don't know any other people—in particular."
"Yes, you do. You know me."
"I only know you—like that." She snapped her fingers so as to give him an idea of the entirely transitory nature of their acquaintance.
"That isn't the way I know you."
"Oh, you don't know me at all. You couldn't. You're too young. I belong to another generation in point of time, and to ages ago in the matter of experience."
"How old are you?"
She told him.