“Have you ever seen anything like her before?”
“Only on the stage.”
She smiled. “What do you think of her?”
“I hardly know how to express it,” he answered frankly, though hesitantly. “She makes me think of all the poetry I’ve ever read.”
“That’s dangerous. Ban, have you any idea what kind of a girl she is?”
“What kind?” he repeated. He looked startled.
“Of course you haven’t. How should you? I’m going to tell you.”
“Do you know her, Miss Camilla?”
“As well as if she were my own sister. That is, I know her type. It’s common enough.”
“It can’t be,” he protested eagerly.