Why, only to-night, during the ten minutes I was talking to you, you spoke and dismissed eight people, every one of whom was jealous of me, and thinking 'Who's the new man ?' And I began to wonder how I should feel if I came here and found a new man installed by you, and got a handshake and a smile." "Shall I tell you ?" she said, looking at him.

"I should give you a look which would mean, 'I would give anything to have a quiet talk to you, Mr.Hamilton, but the exigencies of society oblige me to be civil to this person.'" "Yes," he said, "and that's just what I complain of; it gives me, the new man to-night, a feeling of insecurity--that perhaps you are just 'carrying on' with me because it is your whim, and that the instant I bore you, you will throw me away like a broken toy, and with even less regret." "How dare you speak like that to me ?" she said, turning upon him almost fiercely.

"I never forget people." And she rose and went quickly into the room, and didn't speak to him for the rest of the evening.
But just as he was going out he passed her, and hardly looked at her, thinking he had offended her; but she came and put out her hand quickly, and said, almost pathetically-- "You must forgive me for my behaviour to-night, Mr.Hamilton.

What you said was not true, but you meant it to be true; you believed it.
And please don't stop talking to me openly.

I value it very much.
I have so few people to tell me the truth." I find this conversation narrated in his diary, almost word for word as I have given it.