Oh, it is no special virtue, my kind of hero-worship." The girl looked across at Kendal and laughed a bright, frank laugh, in which was no discontent with what she had been telling him.
"You are candid," Kendal said.
"Oh yes, I'm candid.

I don't mind lying for a noble end, but it isn't a noble end to deceive one's self." "'Oh, purblind race of miserable men--'" Kendal began lightly, but she stopped him.
"Don't!" she cried.

"Nothing spoils conversation like quotations.

Besides, that's such a trite one; I learned it at school." But Kendal's offence was clearly in his manner.

It seemed to Elfrida that he would never sincerely consider what she had to say about herself.