Ahem! the notorious Mr.Siward! Dear, ...

I didn't mean to hurt you! You know it, silly! Mayn't I have my little joke about your badness--your redoubtable badness of reputation?
There! You had just better smile.

...

How dare you frighten me by making me think I had hurt you! ...

Besides, you are probably unrepentant." She watched him closely for a moment or two, then, "Are you unrepentant ?" "About what ?" "About your general wickedness?
About--" she hesitated--"about that girl, for example." "What girl ?" he asked coldly.
"That reminds me that you have told me absolutely nothing about her." "There is nothing to tell," he said, in a tone so utterly new to her in its finality that she sat up as though listening to an unknown voice.
Tone and words so completely excluded her from the new intimacy into which she had imperceptibly drifted that both suddenly developed a significance from sheer contrast.