She disconcerted him by interrupting his reflections with: "Your private opinion of me is of small consequence to me, Grant, beside the relief and the joy of being able to say my secret self aloud.
Also"-- here she grew dizzy at her own audacity in the frankness that fools--"Also, if I wished to get you, Grant, or any man, I'd not be silly enough to fancy my character or lack of it would affect him.

That isn't what wins men--is it ?" "You and Josh Craig have a most uncomfortable way of answering people's thoughts," said Arkwright.

"Now, how did you guess I was thinking mean things about you ?" "For the same reason that Mr.Craig is able to guess what's going on in your head." "And that reason is--" She laughed mockingly.

"Because I know you, Grant Arkwright--you, the meanest-generous man, and the most generous-mean man the Lord ever permitted.

The way to make you generous is to give you a mean impulse; the way to make you mean is to set you to fearing you're in danger of being generous." "There's a bouquet with an asp coiled in it," said Arkwright, pleased; for with truly human vanity he had accepted the compliment and had thrown away the criticism.