But I'm not sure, after all, that I don't like you better as you are, with your fine air of superiority.

It makes one believe, somehow, in human perfectibility.

Now, I can never believe in that when I realize how I feel about Rose Stribling.

There is nothing perfectible in such emotions." "Rose Stribling! Beside you she is like a pumpkin in the basket with a pomegranate!" Corinna laughed with frank pleasure.

"There are a million who would prefer the pumpkin to the pomegranate," she answered.