"I perfectly see that you're NOT afraid.

I perfectly know what you have in your head.

I should never in the least dream of accusing you--as far as HE is concerned--of the least disposition to flirt; any more indeed," Vanderbank pleasantly pursued, "than even of any general tendency of that sort.

No, my dear Nanda"-- he kindly kept it up--"I WILL say for you that, though a girl, thank heaven, and awfully MUCH a girl, you're really not on the whole more of a flirt than a respectable social ideal prescribes." "Thank you most tremendously," his companion quietly replied.
Something in the tone of it made him laugh out, and the particular sound went well with all the rest, with the August day and the charming spot and the young man's lounging figure and Nanda's own little hovering hospitality.

"Of course I strike you as patronising you with unconscious sublimity.