ten o'clock at night
I do n't know why -- but you 're different . You look as if you 'd know all about valuable things -- and whether they 're real ; and as if you 'd be -- not stupid , or like these other people . '' `` Thank you , '' he returned , and smiled his pleasant smile . If another man had described such a meeting with a pretty and apparently ingenuous girl in a railway station at ten o'clock at night , he would still have smiled , but not the same smile . He would have been sure that the girl was a minx , and the man a fool . He recognized this unreasonableness in himself ; nevertheless , he had no doubt that his own instinct about the girl was right . She was genuine of her sort , whatever her strange sort might be ; and though he laughed at himself for the impulse , he could not help wanting to do something for her , in an elder-brother way .