It comes from the people whom your politicians have sought to reach and failed." "The suggestion is interesting," he remarked coldly, "but improbable." "Do you know," she said, leaning a little forward and looking at him fixedly, "if I were really your fiancee--worse! if I were really your wife--I think that before long I should be a murderess!" "Do you dislike me as much as all that ?" "I hate you! I think you are the most pigheaded, obstinate, self-satisfied, ignorant creature who ever ruined a great cause." He accepted the lash of her words without any sign of offence,--seemed, indeed, inclined to treat them reflectively.
"Come," he protested, "you have wasted a lot of breath in abusing me.
Why not justify it?
Tell me the story of yourself and those who are associated with you in this secret correspondence with Germany?
If you are working for a good end, let me know of it.

You blame me for judging you, for maintaining a certain definite poise.

You are not reasonable, you know." "I blame you for being what you are," she answered breathlessly.

"If you were a person who understood, who felt the great stir of humanity outside your own little circle, who could look across your seas and realise that nationality is accidental and that the brotherhood of man throughout the world is the only real fact worthy of consideration--ah! if you could realise these things, I could talk, I could explain." "You judge me in somewhat arbitrary fashion." "I judge you from your life, your prejudices, even the views which you have expressed." "There are some of us," he reminded her, "to whom reticence is a national gift.

I like what you said just now.