Do you think I did wrong?
I'm always afraid of encouraging those kind of people to expect too much of us." She had asked that he might echo the eulogies she had been bestowing upon herself.

But he disappointed her.

"Oh, I guess it was well enough," he replied.

"I must go down to the pavilion.

I'm fagged, and you must be, too." The suggestion that he might not be looking his best on the morrow was enough to change the current of her thoughts.