"Well, I suppose I am material. I like facts and solid things."
"And yet you spoke of dreamland once not so very long ago—do you remember!"
"Yes—but you do not know that this dreamland of mine may not be a place where wished-for facts and solid things appear realities, not fancies."
"You would not tell me if I asked you; I recollect how you eluded me before, and said it was a place which only admitted yourself."
"Even materialists must have some corner where they can be alone."
Then he questioned her.—How had she learned all that she knew?—And his interest did not diminish when she gave him a brief outline of the manner of her education.
"It was very difficult sometimes, because I never had anyone with whom to talk, and one grows one-sided if one has only oneself to argue with, and I don't really know how to pronounce numbers of words. I should be grateful if you would tell me every time I make a mistake."
"It is quite evident that we must ratify this compact that I shall be your tutor, though I am to get no wages—even love!"
"Who would be supposed to give the love?"