"Or are you one of the people who doesn't believe in marriages and all that?
Look here--this isn't fair, I do all the telling, and you tell nothing.

Perhaps you're the same as your friend"-- she looked at him suspiciously; "perhaps you don't like me ?" "I don't know you," said Hewet.
"I know when I like a person directly I see them! I knew I liked you the very first night at dinner.

Oh dear," she continued impatiently, "what a lot of bother would be saved if only people would say the things they think straight out! I'm made like that.

I can't help it." "But don't you find it leads to difficulties ?" Hewet asked.
"That's men's fault," she answered.

"They always drag it in-love, I mean." "And so you've gone on having one proposal after another," said Hewet.
"I don't suppose I've had more proposals than most women," said Evelyn, but she spoke without conviction.
"Five, six, ten ?" Hewet ventured.
Evelyn seemed to intimate that perhaps ten was the right figure, but that it really was not a high one.
"I believe you're thinking me a heartless flirt," she protested.