What thanks do I owe you for finding out so patent a fact?
What do you do more to me than I do to myself ?" and she glanced back once more at the mirror.
"Marie, you know that your words are false; I do more--" "You admire me," interrupted she, "because I am clever.

What thanks to you for that, again?
What do you do more to me than you do to yourself ?" "And this, after all--" "After what?
After you found me, or rather I found you--you, the critic, the arbiter of the greenroom, the highly-organised do-nothings--teaching others how to do nothing most gracefully; the would-be Goethe who must, for the sake of his own self-development, try experiments on every weak woman whom he met.

And I, the new phenomenon, whom you must appreciate to show your own taste, patronise to show your own liberality, develop to show your own insight into character.

You found yourself mistaken! You had attempted to play with the tigress--and behold she was talons; to angle for the silly fish--and behold the fish was the better angler, and caught you." "Marie, have mercy! Is your heart iron ?" "No; but fire, as my name shows:" and she stood looking down on him with a glare of dreadful beauty.
"Fire, indeed!" "Yes, fire, that I may scorch you, kindle you, madden you, to do my work, and wear the heart of fire which I wear day and night!" Stangrave looked at her startled.

Was she mad?
Her face did not say so; her brow was white, her features calm, her eye fierce and contemptuous, but clear, steady, full of meaning.
"So you know Mr.Thurnall ?" said she, after a while.
"Yes; why do you ask ?" "Because he is the only friend I have on earth." "The only friend, Marie ?" "The only one," answered she calmly, "who, seeing the right, has gone and done it forthwith.