"Don't you? How nice! What sort of infection do you think you'd carry? I'd like, if I did ask you to come nearer, to know the risk I'd run."
"You know the kind of creature I am."
"The ignorance is on your side; you don't know the kind of creature I am. Do you know this is the very first time you and I have been alone together in a taxicab?" He was silent. A sound came from her which might have been a laugh. "You're full of conversation."
"I am so oppressed by the hideous consciousness of being in a false position."
"Are you? We'll talk about all that kind of thing when we get to 197 Lavender Sweep."
"You don't know what kind of place it is I live in."
"I soon shall."
"What would your uncle say if he knew you were coming alone with me to my wretched rooms?"
"My uncle and I are two; he lives at Nuthurst, and I live in town. I also have what you call wretched rooms--of my own. I would have asked the man to drive us there, only I thought I would prefer to go to yours, and I should; and I'm going. Is anything very terrible about your wretched rooms?"
"A person of my sort ought to be glad to live anywhere; especially after some of the places in which I have resided."