To say you are not lovely would be a downright lie." "I wish you wouldn't talk to me about myself!" said Letty, feeling confused and improper, but not altogether displeased that it was possible for such a mistake to be made.

"I don't want to hear about myself.

It makes me so uncomfortable! I am sure it isn't right: is it, now, Mr.Helmer ?" As she ended, the tears rose in her eyes, partly from unanalyzed uneasiness at the position in which she found herself and the turn the talk had taken, partly from the discomfort of conscious disobedience.
But still she did not move.
"I am very sorry if I have vexed you," said Tom, seeing her evident trouble.

"I can't think how I've done it.

I know I didn't mean to; and I promise you not to say a word of the kind again--if I can help it.
But tell me, Letty," he went on again, changing in tone and look and manner, and calling her by her name with such simplicity that she never even noticed it, "do tell me what you are reading, and that will keep me from _talking_ about you--not from--the other thing, you know." "There!" said Letty, almost crossly, handing him her book, and pointing to the sonnet, as she rose to go.
Tom took the book, and sprang to his feet.