"How much of what you say do you really mean?" he inquired.
"Oh, it varies!" she answered. "I talk so as to find out what I think. Don't you? Some things one can't judge of till one hears them spoken."
"That seems funny to me."
"Why? You are fond of music: don't you find that sound is very important? Can you think music without ever hearing it?"
"Sometimes," he said.
"But only the airs."
"Oh, no; sometimes I can think like an orchestra, when I know all what is in it."
"You must be very musical."
"Yes; that is my misfortune sometimes. The world has so much ugly sound already; and then some people go out of their ways to make more."
"Ah, yes," she smiled, "I remember you were a musical critic once."