My description resolved itself into a loutish catalogue.
"It is not painful to you to talk of her, Simon?"
"Not at all. There are not many great-hearted women going about. It is
my privilege to know two."
"Am I the other?"
"Who else?"
"I'm glad you have the courage to class Madame Brandt and myself
together."
"Why?" I asked.
"It proves beyond a doubt that you are honest with me. Now tell me
about a few externals--things that don't matter--but help one to form an
impression. Is she educated?"
"From books, no; from observation, yes."
"Her manners?"
"Observation had educated them."
"Accent?"
"She is sufficiently polyglot to have none."
"She dresses and talks and behaves generally like a lady?"
"She does," said I.
"In what way then does she differ from the women of our class?"
"She is less schooled, less reticent, franker, more natural. What is on
her tongue to say, she says."
"Temper?"
"I have never heard her say an angry word to or of a human creature. She
has queer delicacies of feeling.
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