And how true that is, when you come to think it over! How DOES one know?
He has the great magnetic eyes! I could feel them drawing my thoughts from me as we talked.
"You have a secret," he said.
"Yes," I said. And to myself I added, "Alas!"
"Your secret is," he said, "that there is a difference between you and the other girls."
It was positively uncanny! I'VE felt that for years! But no one else had ever suspected it before.
"Mr. Finch," I said, "I must have TOLD you that — or else it was just a wild guess. You COULDN'T have gotten it psychically. HOW did you know it?"
"One knows these things," he said — a trifle sadly,
I thought. "They come to one — out of the
Silences; one knows not how. It is better not to ask how! It is better not to question! It is better to accept! Do you not feel it so?
Sometimes I think that Fothergil Finch is the only man who has ever understood me.