You made a terrific fuss about being kissed when I saw, as soon as I saw you, that I wanted to win you, if you'd let me.

Since then you've chosen the key-note of our relations, not I, and you don't like my interpretation of my part." For a while she sat silent, preoccupied with this totally new revelation of a man about whom she supposed she had long ago made up her mind.
"I'm glad we've had this talk," she said at last.
"I am, too.

I haven't asked you to fall in love with me; I haven't asked for your confidence.

I've asked you to take an intelligent, affectionate interest in what I might become, and perhaps you and I won't be so lonely if you do." He struck a match in the darkness and lighted a cigarette.

Close inshore Scott Seagrave's electric torch flashed.