I understand the feeling myself.

Don't let us talk heroics." John Derringham smiled.
"Certainly not," he said.
And then she put up her face and let him kiss her, which he did with some sickening revolt in his heart.

Even her physical beauty had no more any effect upon him--he would as soon have kissed Arabella.
So she sailed from the room again, with her mouth shut like a vice, and her handsome eyes glancing at him over her shoulder.
Next day, after having kept him waiting for an hour to take her out, she decided they should spend what remained of the morning at the Bargello.
And, when they got there, she did her best to be a charming companion, and pressed him to lean upon her instead of his stick.

But to his awakened understanding what was even probably true in her talk and comprehension of the gems of art, seemed false and affected, and he was only conscious of one continual jar as she spoke.
A thousand little trifles, never remarked before, now appeared to loom large in his vision.

At last they came to the galleries above, to the collection of the Della Robbias, and Mrs.Cricklander rhapsodized over them, mixing them up with delightful unconcern.