Oh Catherine, don't talk such stuff to me--such copy-book, renunciated stuff!' he exclaimed, coming nearer. 'You see,' she said, 'how much older I am than you, whatever you may choose to pretend. Why, we don't even talk the same language. When I talk what I'm sure is sense you call it copy-book stuff. And when you talk what I know is nonsense, you're positive it is most right and proper.' 'So it is, because it's natural. Yours is all convention and other people's ideas, and what you've been told and not what you've thought for yourself, and nothing to do with a simple following of your natural instincts.' 'My natural instincts!