"My dear Mr.Alexander, you have strange delicacies.

If you please, that is exactly why you wish to see me.

We understand that, do we not ?" Bartley looked ruffled and turned the seal ring on his little finger about awkwardly.
Hilda leaned back in her chair, watching him indulgently out of her shrewd eyes.

"Come, don't be angry, but don't try to pose for me, or to be anything but what you are.

If you care to come, it's yourself I'll be glad to see, and you thinking well of yourself.