"How do we know anything?"
"Oh, if you're going to be metaphysical, I'm off to my little bed."
"Not yet, Kitty. Sit down and toast your toes. I want to talk to you."
"All right, fire away."
But Lucia hesitated; Kitty was in an unpropitious mood.
"What do you think I've done?" she said.
Kitty's green eyes danced merrily; but in spite of their mockery Lucia told her tale.
"It was the best I could do," said she.
Kitty's eyes had left off dancing.
"Lucia, you can't. It's impossible. You must not go on being so kind to people. Remember, dear, if he is a heaven-born genius, he's not—he really is not a gentleman."