‘No, they aren’t at all alike.’
My cigarette had gone out. I asked Hugo for the matches. He gave
them to me and went on:
He said:
‘I liked just looking at Paulina. Didn’t you? She was beautiful
to look at, and she did speak her lines awfully well too, but
of course—well, she hadn’t got a _mind_ like Sophia. Sophia is
so frightfully interesting. It is like exploring in an unknown
sea. . . .’ He laughed, a little apologetically. ‘You never know
what Sophia will think or feel about a thing, but it is always
real, what she thinks or feels.’