"Yes," said Colville; "only I should want a good while to say it."
"I shouldn't!" retorted the girl. "When you've said fascinating, you've said everything. There's no other word for them. Don't you like to talk about the books you've read?"
"I would if I could remember the names of the characters. But I get them mixed up."
"Oh, I never do! I remember the least one of them, and all they do and say."
"I used to."
"It seems to me you used to do everything."
"It seems to me as if I did."
"'I remember, when I think,
That my youth was half divine.'"
"Oh, Tennyson—yes! He's fascinating. Don't you think he's fascinating?"
"Very," said Colville. He was wondering whether this were the kind of talk that he thought was literary when he was a young fellow.