And then waked up to find everything very flat and uninteresting." Scott was intent upon fastening an old gold brooch in the red kerchief above her forehead.

He did not meet the questioning of her bright eyes.
"No," he said.

"I don't think I ever cajoled myself, either waking or sleeping, into imagining that anybody would ever fall in love with me to that extent." Dinah laughed, her upturned face a-brim with merriment.

"If any woman ever wants to marry you, she'll have to do her own proposing, won't she ?" she said.
"I think she will," said Scott.
"I wish Rose de Vigne would fall in love with you then," declared Dinah.
"Men are always proposing to her, she leads them on till they make perfect idiots of themselves.

I think it's simply horrid of her to do it.
But she says she can't help being beautiful.