"oh you must know him - he wants so to talk to you," returned miss fancourt, who evidently had the habit of saying the things that, by her quick calculation, would give people pleasure. paul saw how she would always calculate on everything's being simple between others.
"i shouldn't have supposed he knew anything about me," he professed.
"he does then - everything. and if he didn't i should be able to tell him."
"to tell him everything?" our friend smiled.
"you talk just like the people in your book!" she answered.