"I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon."
“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
"‘I married him because I thought he was a gentleman,’ she said finally. ‘I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn’t fit to lick my shoe.’"
""Did you see and trouble on the road?" he asked after a minute. "yes." he hesitated. "was she killed?" "yes." "i thought so; i told Daisy I thought so. It's better that the shock should all come at once. she stood it pretty well." He spoke as if Daisy's reaction was the only thing that mattered."
"..as he lay in his house and didn’t move or breathe or speak, hour upon hour, it grew upon me that I was responsible, because no one else was interested—interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end."