"Why should he look differently?"
"Because he was different. I wonder what his thoughts were when he was writing that symphony?" I held the bust off reflectively.
"Did you enjoy your evening's entertainment?"
"Yes and no,—I wish you had been there, Mr. Winthrop. Please don't ask me to describe it."
"I will get a description of how you received it then from Bovyer—he could tell me better than you. He reads faces so well, I sometimes have a fear he sees too far beneath our mask."
"I don't want to see him any more then," I said impetuously.
"Why not?"
"I do not want my soul to be scrutinized by strange eyes, any more than you do, Mr. Winthrop."
"How do you know that I object?"
"Did you not say just now you had a fear he saw too deeply into us?"