He had good teeth, clear gray eyes, and coarse black hair which he wore a trifle long; his forehead was too massive for good looks.
"No," he admitted, "I do not think that benevolence is one of my characteristics." Her dark eyes were turned full upon him; her red lips, redder than ever they seemed against the pallor of her cheeks and her deep brown hair, curled slightly.

There was something almost insolent in her tone.
"You understand, I hope," she continued, "that you have nothing whatever to look for from me in return for this sum which you propose to expend for my entertainment ?" "I understand that," he replied.
"Not even gratitude," she persisted.

"I really do not feel grateful to you.

You are probably doing this to gratify some selfish interest or curiosity.

I warn you that I am quite incapable of any of the proper sentiments of life." "Your gratitude would be of no value to me whatever," he assured her.
She was still not wholly satisfied.