I am just a creature of earth--full of things you may not like when you know me better.

I am sure I think of myself more than any one else--you make me--ashamed." He took her hand and kissed it, while his fine gray eyes melted in worship.
"I will not even listen when you say such things--for me you are perfect--a pearl of great price." "I must try to be, but I am not," and her voice trembled a little.

"I believe I am as full of faults and life as your friend there--Mr.
Arranstoun, who I am sure is just a selfish, reckless man!" Michael at this moment reached the boat-house with old Berthe's son, who began to help him to untie the one he wanted.

He looked the most splendid creature there in his white flannels--and he turned and waved to them and then got in and pulled out a few yards with long, easy strokes.
"Michael is a character," his friend said.

"He has been spoilt all his life by women--and fortune.