"I am nothing of the sort.

I have very little sympathy with good-hearted people.

I think the world goes very much better when every one looks after himself, and the people who are not competent to do so go to the wall." "It sounds a trifle selfish," she murmured.
"Perhaps it is.

I have an idea that if I could phrase it differently it would become philosophy." "Perhaps," she suggested, smiling across the table at him, "you have really done all this because you like me." "I am quite sure that it is not that," he declared.

"I feel an interest in you for which I cannot account, but it does not seem to me to be a personal one.