Part two

"Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us."

"But I don't think of you."

Toohey's face had an expression of attentiveness, of listening quietly to somethign as simple as fate. He remained silent, and Roark asked:

" What did you want to say to me?"

Toohey looked at tim, and then at the bare trees around them, at the river far below, at the great rise ofthe sky beyond the river.

"Nothing," said Toohey.

He walked away, his steps creaking on the gravel in the silence, sharp and even, like the cracks of an engin's pistons. Roark stoon alone in the empty driveway, looking at the building.

- The Fountainhead.