"How nothing?"
"Nothing that merits the slightest attention. I can read, write, and reckon. I thrum a little on the piano. I am very obedient. I am conscientious in the discharge of my duties, and that is all it is important that I should be here."
"Well, now, you do not know yourself. Do you want me to tell you what you are? You are a person of intelligence and an excellent soul."
"You believe so?"
"I am sure of it. I see very quickly, and I judge tolerably well. And you? Do you form an idea of people at first sight?"
"O yes, more or less."
"Well, then, what do you think of me, for example?"
"Naturally I think of you what you think of me."
"Is that out of gratitude or of politeness?"
"No, it is from a sort of instinct."