But she gave him no sign of assent.

He pulled a stalk of grass, and nibbled at it uncomfortably.
'You think I'm a person easily discouraged ?' he said presently.
'You take advice so oddly,' she said, smiling; 'sometimes so ill--sometimes so desperately well.' 'I can't help it.

I am made like that.

When a man begins to criticise my work, I first hate him--then I'm all of his opinion--only more so.' 'I know,' said Eleanor impatiently.

'It's this dreadful modern humility--the abominable power we all have of seeing the other side.