"I did it because I wanted to, and not because of any love for you--I can tell you that.

I like your nerve sitting here presuming to question me after the way you have neglected me." She pushed back her plate, and made as if to get up.
"Wait a minute, Aileen," he said, simply, putting down his knife and fork and looking across the handsome table where Sevres, silver, fruit, and dainty dishes were spread, and where under silk-shaded lights they sat opposite each other.

"I wish you wouldn't talk that way to me.
You know that I am not a petty, fourth-rate fool.

You know that, whatever you do, I am not going to quarrel with you.

I know what the trouble is with you.