I felt I was going to hate you like the devil.

I expected quite a different person." The diplomatist listens to much and says little.
"Indeed," I remarked.
She nodded.

"I thought you would be a big beefy man with a red face, you know.

He gave me the idea somehow by calling you a 'splendid chap.' You see, I couldn't think of a 'splendid chap' with a white face and a waxed moustache and your way of talking." "I am sorry," said I, "not to come up to your idea of the heroic." "But you do!" she cried, with one of her supple twists of the body.

"It was I that was stupid.