"She's been telling me quite a lot about you."
"Has she? What?"
"That you know all about the harbor these days."
"Sue's wonderful," Eleanore murmured. "She's so sure her friends know everything."
"Let's stick to the harbor."
"All right, let's. I know enough about it to like it. Sue says you know enough to hate it. I wonder which of us knows more."
"I do."
"How do you know you do?"
"Because I've been here longer," I said. "I've hated it for twenty odd years."
She looked at me with interest. Her eyes were not at all like Sue's. Sue's eyes were always wrapped up in herself; Eleanore's in somebody else. They were as intimate as her voice.