"I can't say that I do. Who is to decide what is a reasonable amount—the confidant or the confider? No one can be trusted to say just enough; I like reserve better, myself."
"Do you advocate our not talking at all?"
"Oh, no. About opinions, ideas, facts, by all means let us have an exchange—not personal history—soul deliveries—they take away all the mysteries."
"I suppose that is why I feel sometimes that I am married to you, but that you live in Mars."
"Poor Jerry! Would you like a babbling, cozy, confiding little wife?"
"I don't know that I'm quite up to the mysteries, Jane."
"Would you like to end our experiment, Jerry?" she said quickly.
"No; of course not. What put such an idea into your head?"
"I'm quite sure that I do not give you all you want, in our union."
"Oh, yes, you do, Jane," he said soothingly.