What yours are for, I can't imagine." "You don't dislike me--you don't hate me ?" Bernard suddenly broke out.
"You don't ask me that humbly.

Excuse me therefore if I say I have other, and more practical, things to do." "You despise me," said Bernard.
"That is not humble either, for you seem to insist upon it." "It would be after all a way of thinking of me, and I have a reason for wishing you to do that." "I remember very well that you used to have a reason for everything.

It was not always a good one." "This one is excellent," said Bernard, gravely.

"I have been in love with you for three years." She got up slowly, turning away.
"Is that what you wished to say to me ?" She went toward the open window, and he followed her.
"I hope it does n't offend you.

I don't say it lightly--it 's not a piece of gallantry.