You are not conceited.

You do not believe, as so many men would, that I have fallen in love with you.

You think that there must be some object, and you ask yourself all the time, 'What is it ?' in your heart, Mr.Laverick, I wonder whether you have any idea." Her voice had fallen almost to a whisper.

She looked at him with a suggestion of stealthiness from under her eyelids, a look which only needed the slightest softening of her face to have made it something almost irresistible.
"I can assure you," Laverick said firmly, "that I have no idea." "Do you remember almost my first question to you ?" she asked.
"It was about the murder.

You seemed interested in the fact that my office was within a few yards of the passage where it occurred." "Quite right," she admitted.