"I have known you just four hours," said she.
"Precisely the time I think I have loved you." "You think ?" she echoed scornfully.

"Oh, you make that reservation! You are not quite sure ?" "Can we be sure of anything ?" he deprecated.
"Of some things," she answered icily.

"And I am sure of one--that I am beginning to understand you." "I envy you.

Since that is so, help me--of your charity!--to understand myself." "Then understand yourself for an impudent, fleering coxcomb," she flung at him, and turned to leave him.
"That is not explanation," said Mr.Caryll thoughtfully.

"It is mere abuse." "What else do you deserve ?" she asked him over her shoulder.