They know my headaches." "In that case," Mr.Sabin said, "I am entirely at your service." She sighed, and looked up at him through a little cloud of tobacco smoke.
"What a wonderful man you are," she said softly.

"You accept defeat with the grace of a victor.

I believe that you would triumph as easily with a shrug of the shoulders.

Haven't you any feeling at all?
Don't you know what it is like to feel ?" He smiled.
"We both come," he said, "of a historic race.

If ancestry is worth anything it should at least teach us to go about without pinning our hearts upon our sleeves." "But you," she murmured, "you have no heart." He looked down upon her then with still cold face and steady eyes.
"Indeed," he said, "you are mistaken." She moved uneasily in her chair.