I was worried; you appeared to be so hopelessly captivated by her of the purple perfumery.

Still, knowing you to be a man normally innocent of sentiment, I hoped for Mrs.Ascott and the best." "Did I once tell you that there was no sentiment in me, Calypso?
I believe I did." "You certainly did, brother," she replied with cheerful satisfaction.
"Well, I--" "-- And," she interrupted calmly, "I believed you.

I am particularly happy now in believing you." A pause--and she glanced at him.

"In fact, speaking seriously, it is the nicest thing about you--the most attractive to me, I think." She looked sideways at him, "Because, there is no more sentiment in me than there is in you....

Which is, of course, very agreeable--to us both." He said nothing more; the chair sped on homeward.