Because the woman had the steadier eyes and the man was the more open-tempered, Eliza gained more insight into Harkness's character than he did into hers.

While he, to use his own phrase, "couldn't reckon her up the least mite in the world," she perceived that under his variable and sensitive nature there was a strong grip of purpose upon all that was for his own interest in a material way; but having discovered this vein of calculating selfishness, mixed with much of the purely idle and something that was really warmhearted, she became only the more suspicious of his intentions towards herself, and summoned the whole strength of her nature to oppose him.
She said to him one day, "I'm surprised to hear that you go about telling other gentlemen that you like me.

I wonder that you're not ashamed." As she had hitherto been silent, he was surprised at this attack, and at first he took it as an invitation to come to terms.
"I've a right-down, hearty admiration for you, Miss White.

I express it whenever I get the chance; I'm not ashamed of my admiration." "But I am," said Eliza, indignantly.

"It's very unkind of you." Harkness looked at her, failing to unravel her meaning.
"There ain't anything a young lady likes better than to have an admirer.