But he was soothed, flattered, insanely pleased with Anne's assumption that he would.

It was as if in her thoughts she were drawing him towards her.

He felt that she was softening, yielding.

His approaches were a delicious wooing of an unfamiliar, unwedded Anne.
"I would like her, because you like her, is that it ?" "It wouldn't follow." "Oh, how you spoil it!" "Spoil what ?" "My inference.

It pleased me.