"And he was with the girl you met at the restaurant! I expect she was a relation of his. Aren't you curious?"
Jim imagined Carrie was curious, but one could be frank with her, and he wanted to formulate his thoughts.
"In a way, I am curious," he admitted. "I would like to see the girl again. Still, I think it's really as a type she interests me."
Carrie smiled. "It isn't as a type a girl gets interesting, Jim."
"It would be ridiculous to think about her in any other way. I've had nothing to do with girls like that; she's the first I've met."
"Oh, well," said Carrie. "Don't you want to learn something about your English relations?"
"No," said Jim, in a thoughtful voice. "In a sense, I'm half afraid."
"Afraid?" said Carrie.
He was silent for a few moments and then resumed: "On the whole, I've been happy. I feel I've got my proper job and am satisfied. For all that, when those Englishmen talked to me at the shack I had a strange notion that I knew things they knew and belonged to a world I hadn't lived in yet. Sometimes at McGill I got a kind of restlessness that made me want to see the Old Country. I fought against it."
"Why did you fight?"