But her eyes were coldly brilliant, and glanced him over without the smallest embarrassment.

He took refuge in his never-failing remedy, his benevolent smile--a smile that covered a multitude of hypocrisies.
"You ask a plain question, Froeken," he said sweetly, "and I should be loth not to give you a plain answer.

That way-that glorious way of salvation for you is--through _me_!" And his countenance shone with smug self-satisfaction as he spoke, and he repeated softly, "Yes, yes; that way is through me!" She moved with a slight gesture of impatience.

"It is a pity to talk any more," she said rather wearily.

"It is all no use! Why do you wish to change me in my religion?
I do not wish to change _you_.