But might I not change your views of it--in some respects ?' 'Indeed I don't see how you could.

I think I had rather have my own view than any you might wish to substitute for it.' In this humour she seemed more than ever a challenge to his manhood.
She was armed at all points.

She feared nothing that he might say.

No flush of apprehension; no nervous tremor; no weak self-consciousness.
Yet he saw her as a woman, and desirable.
'My views are not ignoble,' he murmured.
'I hope not.

But they are the views of a man.' 'Man and woman ought to see life with much the same eyes.' 'Ought they?
Perhaps so.