It is not wicked, is it, to think that ?" "You used to know me too well, Grizel, to speak of my beautiful nature," he said humbly.
"I did think you vain," she replied.

"How odd to remember that!" "But I was, and am." "I love to hear you proving you are not," said she, beaming upon him.
"Do you think," she asked, with a sudden change of manner to the childish, like one trying to coax a compliment out of him, "that I have improved at all during those last days?
I think I am not quite such a horrid girl as I used to be; and if I am not, I owe it to you.
I am so glad to owe it to you." She told him that she was trying to make herself a tiny bit more like him by studying his book.

"It is not exactly the things you say of women that help me, for though they are lovely I am not sure that they are quite true.

I almost hope they are not true; for if they are, then I am not even an average woman." She buried her face in his coat.

"You say women are naturally purer than men, but I don't know.