"You--you do not look like that." I laughed in spite of my efforts.
"I am delighted to have you say so.

No more do I feel like that now.
Yet so the record reads, and you must accept me just as I am, or not at all.

I have nothing else to offer." She lowered her eyes, her fingers still nervously fumbling the menu card.
"Perhaps I have no more." "I have asked no explanation of you." "True; yet you cannot be devoid of curiosity.

You meet me after midnight, wandering alone in the streets; you see me boldly, shamelessly, interfering to prevent the arrest of a strange man; you hear me deliberately falsify, again and again.

What could you think of such a woman?
Then I accept your invitation, and accompany you here, believing you a criminal.