"I don't think I know what you mean," she said, looking at him.
"I know you don't," he said, patiently; "let me begin a little farther back. I am a sculptor. You know, of course, what that is——"
"Yes. I am educated." She even found courage to smile at him.
His answering smile covered both confusion and surprise; then perplexity etched a crease between his brows.
"That makes it rather harder for me"—he hesitated—"or easier; I don't know which."
"What makes it harder?" she asked.
"Your being—I don't know—different—from what I imagined——"
"Educated?"
"Y-yes——"