For you are a sensible woman--entirely too sensible for a woman, unless she marries an unusual man like me." "Is that a jest ?" she inquired in feeble attempt at sarcasm.
"Don't you know I have no sense of humor?
Would I do the things I do and carry them through if I had ?" In spite of herself she admired this penetration of self-analysis.

In spite of herself the personality beneath his surface, the personality that had a certain uncanny charm for her, was subtly reasserting its inexplicable fascination.
"Yes, we've got to marry," proceeded he.

"I have to marry you because I can't afford to let you say you jilted me.

That would make me the laughing-stock of my State; and I can't afford to tell the truth that I jilted you because the people would despise me as no gentleman.

And, while I don't in the least mind being despised as no gentleman by fashionable noddle-heads or by those I trample on to rise, I do mind it when it would ruin me with the people." Her eyes gleamed.