Pilar took the sheet from Wilhelm's hand and compared it with hers.
"They are exactly the same," she said at last, "only that they are entirely the opposite of one another.

Do you really feel that I am as you have drawn me ?" "Yes," he answered in a low voice.
"How unjust you are to yourself and to me--I a Sphinx and you a frightened mouse! To begin with, the Sphinx-cat did not condescend to mice, but occupied herself with men, and humbled herself before the right one when he came." "You are decidedly too learned for me," laughed Wilhelm.
"No, no, seriously, it hurts me that you should regard our relations in that light.

Am I not at your feet?
Am I not your slave, your chattel, your plaything, what you will?
Have I not chosen you to be lord and master over me?
Am I a riddle to you?
My love for you is the solution of any mystery you may find in me.

Or do you accuse me of cruelty?
That could only be in fun, you bad man." "You take a mere playful idea too tragically, dearest Pilar.

The character of your head suggested it to me, that was all.