"Well, I'm not sure to you; people have such a notion of what you
embroider on things that they're rather afraid to commit themselves or
to lead you on: they're sometimes in, you know," she luminously reminded
me, "for more than they bargain for, than they quite know what to do
with, or than they care to have on their hands."
I tried to do justice to this account of myself. "You mean I see so
much?"
It was a delicate matter, but she risked it. "Don't you sometimes see
horrors?"