"Mrs. Wishart keeps me."
"Do you often come to visit her?"
"I was never here before."
"Then this is your first acquain'tance with New York?"
"Yes."
"How does it strike you? One loves to get at new impressions of what one has known all one's life. Nothing strikes us here, I suppose. Do tell me what strikes you."
"I might say, everything."
"How delightful! Nothing strikes me. I have seen it all five hundred times. Nothing is new."
"But people are new," said Lois. "I mean they are different from one another. There is continual variety there."
"To me there seems continual sameness!" said the other, with a half shutting up of her eyes, as of one dazed with monotony. "They are all alike. I know beforehand exactly what every one will say to me, and how every one will behave."