It is those that serve, not those that rule, shall conquer." Joan had never known him quite so serious.

Generally there was a touch of irony in his talk, a suggestion of aloofness that had often irritated her.
"I wish you would always be yourself, as you are now," she said, "and never pose." "Do I pose ?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"That shows how far it has gone," she told him, "that you don't even know it.

You pretend to be a philosopher.

But you're really a man." He laughed.

"It isn't always a pose," he explained.