I would not be you for a kingdom.’ The remark was too naïve to rouse anger; I merely said – ‘Very good.’ ‘And what would you give to be ME?’ she inquired. ‘Not a bad sixpence – strange as it may sound’, I replied. ‘You are but a poor creature.’ ‘You don’t think so in your heart.’ ‘No; for in my heart you have not the outline of a place: I only occasionally turn you over in my brain.