It is your reading that has made you what you are, without faith, without feeling.

You dissect everything, you calculate motives cynically, you have learnt to despise everyone who believes what you refuse to, you make your own intellect the centre of the world.

You are dangerous.' 'What a character! To whom am I dangerous ?' 'To anyone whom it pleases you to tempt, in whom you find the beginnings of disbelief.' 'In brief, I have no principles ?' 'Of course you have none.' 'In other words, I am selfish ?' 'Intensely so.' It was hard to discover whether she were in earnest.

Wilfrid examined her for a moment, and concluded that she must be.

Her eyes were gleaming with no mock seriousness, and there was even a slight quiver about her lips.