I don't like that! It makes me feel doubtful about your sincerity--Be angry, if you like.

I feel inclined to be angry too, and I've the better right!" Again her panting impulsiveness ended in extinction of voice, again she was rosily self-conscious, though, this time, not exactly shamefaced; and again the young man felt a sort of surprise as he gazed at her.
"In any case," he said, standing up and taking a step or two, "an offer of this kind couldn't be accepted straightaway.

All I can say now is that I'm very grateful to you.

No one ever gave me such a proof of friendship, that's the simple fact.

It's uncommonly good of you, Iris--" "It's not uncommonly good of _you_," she broke in, still seated, and her arms crossed.