'You make me feel like such a clumsy brute when you say things like that,' she said.

'You are so kind, and I am so selfish and self-centred.

But of course I care for you too.' 'Do you really ?' said Althea, who, even if she would, could not have retained the appearance of lightness and independence.

'You really feel me as a friend, a true friend ?' 'If you really think me worth your while, of course.

I don't see how you can--an ill-tempered, ignorant, uninteresting woman, whom you've run across in a hotel and been good to.' 'I don't think of you like that, as you know.