"It does me great honour." "Ah, don't say that!" he broke out.

"I was afraid you'd say something like that.

I don't see what you've to do with that sort of thing.

I don't see why you should thank me--it's I who ought to thank you for listening to me: a man you know so little coming down on you with such a thumper! Of course it's a great question; I must tell you that I'd rather ask it than have it to answer myself.

But the way you've listened--or at least your having listened at all--gives me some hope." "Don't hope too much," Isabel said.
"Oh Miss Archer!" her companion murmured, smiling again, in his seriousness, as if such a warning might perhaps be taken but as the play of high spirits, the exuberance of elation.
"Should you be greatly surprised if I were to beg you not to hope at all ?" Isabel asked.
"Surprised?
I don't know what you mean by surprise.