If you _are you_, Geraldine, under all your attractive surface there's something else which you have never given me." "Wh--what ?" she asked faintly.
"Intelligent interest in me." "Do you mean," she said slowly, "that you think I underestimate you ?" "Not as I am.

I don't amount to much; but I might if you cared." "Cared for you ?" "No, confound it! Cared for what I could be." "I--I don't think I understand.

What could you be ?" "A man, for one thing.

I'm a thing that dances.

A fashionable portrait painter for another.