It made me quite unhappy," she added naively.
"And you find him personally agreeable ?" "Yes, I do.

I didn't at first--" She checked herself--"I mean I _did_ at the very first--then I didn't--then I did again, then I--didn't--" The delicate colour stole into her cheeks; she lifted her wineglass, looked into it pensively, set it back on the table.
"But I understand him better now, I think." "What, in him, do you understand better now ?" "I--don't--know." "Is he a better kind of a man than you thought him at first ?" "Y-es.

He has it in him to be better, I mean.

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