He stopped rowing, red with vexation.
'That is a malicious invention,' he declared.
'Nothing of the kind! The truth of the remark struck me.' 'I am obliged to you.' 'But, my dear boy, what is there to be offended at?
The man envied you with all his heart; and it is delightful to see you begin to look so smooth about the cheeks.' 'I am neither an aristocrat, nor _schlicht_!' 'An aristocrat to the core.

I never knew any one so sensitive on points of personal dignity, so intolerant of difference of opinion in others, so narrowly self-willed! Did you imagine yourself to have the air of a hero of romance, of the intense school ?' Wilfrid looked into her eyes and laughed.
'That is your way of saying that you think my recent behaviour incongruous.

You wish to impress upon me how absurd I look from the outside ?' 'It is my way of saying that I am sorry for you.' He laughed again.
'Then the English aristocrat is an object of your pity ?' 'Certainly; when he gets into a false position.' 'Ah!--well, suppose we talk of something else.

Look at the moon rising over that shoulder of the hill.' 'That, by way of proving that you are romantic.

No, we won't talk of something else.