She had never been sure of Tommy, nor, indeed, he of her, which was probably why they were so interested in each other still.
"Do you know," Tommy said, "what I have told you is really at least half the truth?
If I did not come here to see you disdaining the sun, I think I did come to see you disdaining me.

Odd, is it not, if true, that a man should travel so far to see a lip curl up ?" "You don't seem to know what brought you," she said.
"It seems so monstrous," he replied, musing.

"Oh, yes, I am quite certain that the curl of the lip is responsible for my being here; it kept sending me constant telegrams; but what I want to know is, do I come for the pleasure of the thing or for the pain?
Do I like your disdain, Alice, or does it make me writhe?
Am I here to beg you to do it again, or to defy it ?" "Which are you doing now ?" she inquired.
"I had hoped," he said with a sigh, "that you could tell me that." On another occasion they reached the same point in this discussion, and went a little beyond it.

It was on a wet afternoon, too, when Tommy had vowed to himself to mend his ways.

"That disdainful look is you," he told her, "and I admire it more than anything in nature; and yet, Alice, and yet----" "Well ?" she answered coldly, but not moving, though he had come suddenly too near her.