“Isn’t it a perfectly lovely night?” she said.
“I feel that you would not make of a man a fool....”
“Why not?”
“I feel that there is no poison in you.”
“What do you mean?” People ... poisonous ... What a horrible idea.
“Just what I say.”
“I know in a way. I think I know what you mean.”
“I feel that there is no poison in you. I have not felt that before with a woman.”
“Aren’t women awful?” Miriam made a little movement of sympathy towards the strange definiteness at her side.
“I have thought so. But you are not as the women one meets. You have a soul serene and innocent. With you it should be well with a man.”