"And yet, he's the only really great psychologist we've got. He and Jane Holland."
"Yes, as they go, your psychologists. Tanqueray sees so much inside other people that he can't see inside himself. What's worse, I shouldn't think he'd see far inside the people who really touch him. It comes of perpetually looking away."
"You don't know him. How can you tell?"
"Because I never look away."
"Can you see what's going on inside me?"
"Sometimes. I don't always look."
"Can you help looking?"
"Of course you can."
"You may look. I don't think I mind your looking. Why," she asked abruptly, "don't I mind?"
Her voice had an accent that betrayed her.