I don't think I like her--and yet I like to see her: which, as Amerigo says, is 'rum.'" "But don't you feel she's very handsome ?" her father inquired.
"Yes, but it isn't for that." "Then what is it for ?" "Simply that she may be THERE--just there before us.

It's as if she may have a value--as if something may come of her.

I don't in the least know what, and she rather irritates me meanwhile.

I don't even know, I admit, why--but if we see her often enough I may find out." "Does it matter so very much ?" her companion had asked while they moved together.
She had hesitated.

"You mean because you do rather like her ?" He on his side too had waited a little, but then he had taken it from her.