"What nonsense you do talk!" "Your tone's sweet to me," he returned, "as showing that you don't think ME, either, too good for you.

No one, remember, will take that for your excuse when the world some day sees me annihilated by your having put an end to our so harmless relations." The girl appeared to lose herself a moment in the--abysmal humanity over which his fairly fascinating ugliness played like the whirl of an eddy.
"Martyr!" she gently exclaimed.

But there was no smile with it.

She turned to Vanderbank, who, during the previous minute, had moved toward the neighbouring room, then faltering, taking counsel of discretion, had come back on a scruple.

"What IS the matter ?" "What do you want to get out of him, you wretch ?" Mitchy went on as their host for an instant said nothing.
Vanderbank, whose handsome face had a fine thought in it, looked a trifle absently from one of them to the other; but it was to Nanda he spoke.