But sometimes I think you laugh at me, which is not civil." "Then, faith, you're wrong.

I laugh only at the comic, and you are not comic at all." "What am I, then ?" she asked him, laughing.
A moment he pondered her, so fair and fresh to behold, so entirely maidenly and yet so entirely frank and unabashed.
"You are," he said, "the niece of the man who owns me his slave." But he spoke lightly.

So lightly that she was encouraged to insistence.
"Nay, sir, that is an evasion.

You shall answer me truthfully this morning." "Truthfully?
To answer you at all is a labour.

But to answer truthfully! Oh, well, now, I should say of you that he'll be lucky who counts you his friend." It was in his mind to add more.