"Why shouldn't they be? I think they're finer. Your Roger wouldn't agree with me. I've told you the kind of things they do—that men can't and won't do. You may believe me or not as you choose. Some day you'll find out."
"But I want to find out now. I want to find out everything."
She smiled into the fire.
"That's a great deal, isn't it?" she said.
He went on soberly:
"You see, I don't want you to think I'm an idiot and I don't want you to think Roger is narrow-minded. If you only knew him—"
"I'm sure he has a long nose, sandy hair, grayish? watery eyes and spectacles."
"There. I knew you hadn't a notion of him. He's nothing like that."
"Well, what is he like?"
"Why, I've never thought. But he isn't like that. He has a beautiful mind. I think that is what matters more than anything. What do looks count for? I would rather think fine thoughts than be the handsomest person in the world."