"Don't you think that it is better to believe a little with the whole intellect than a great deal apart from it ?" Christopher looked obstinate.

"I can't and don't." "Have you no respect for 'honest doubt' ?" "Honest bosh!" Elisabeth's face flushed.

"You really are too rude for anything." Christopher was penitent at once; he could not bear really to vex her.
"I am sorry if I was rude; but it riles me to hear you quoting Tremaine's platitudes by the yard--such rotten platitudes as they are, too!" "You don't do Mr.Tremaine justice, Chris.

Even though he may have outgrown the old faiths, he is a very good man; and he has such lovely thoughts about truth and beauty and love and things like that." "His thoughts are nothing but empty windbags; for he is the type of man who is too ignorant to accept truth, too blind to appreciate beauty, and too selfish to be capable of loving any woman as a woman ought to be loved." "I think his ideas about love are quite ideal," persisted the girl.
"Only yesterday he was abusing the selfishness of men in general, and saying that a man who is really in love thinks of the woman he loves as well as of himself." "He said that, did he?
Then he was mistaken." Elisabeth looked surprised.

"Then don't you agree with him that a man in love thinks of the woman as well as of himself ?" "No; I don't.