Such conceit men have!" He was not convinced.

He had a deep-seeing eye, and he saw that she was boldly trying to divert his belief or suspicion.

He respected her for it.

He might have said he loved her for it--with a kind of love which can be spoken of without blushing or giving cause to blush, or reason for jealousy, anger, or apprehension.
He smiled down into her gold-brown eyes, and he thought what a real woman she was.

He felt, too, that she would tell him something that would give him further light if he spoke wisely now.
"I'd like to see some proof that you are right, if I am wrong," he answered cautiously.
"Well, I'm going to be married," she said, with an air of finality.
He waved a hand deprecatingly.