I want to hear you speak of yourself.

As yet, I hardly know you, and I never shall unless you----" "Why should you know me ?" she interrupted, in a voice of irritation.
"Only because I wish it more than anything else, I have wished it from the day when I first saw your portrait." "Oh! that wretched portrait! I should be sorry if I thought it was at all like me." "It is both like and unlike," said Hilliard.

"What I see of it in your face is the part of you that most pleases me." "And that isn't my real self at all." "Perhaps not.

And yet, perhaps, you are mistaken.

That is what I want to learn.