He rose to his feet and said: "You are right, I believe.

And I am very, very much obliged." And as the straightforward Isa said, "Oh! no, that is nothing," and walked away, Charlton looked after her and said, "What a charming woman!" He felt more than he said, and he immediately set himself loyally to work to enumerate all the points in which Miss Helen Minorkey was superior to Isa, and said that, after all, gracefulness of form and elasticity of motion and melodiousness of voice were only lower gifts, possessed in a degree by birds and animals, and he blamed himself for feeling them at all, and felt thankful that Helen Minorkey had those higher qualities which would up-lift--he had read some German, and compounded his words--up-lift a man to a higher level.

Perhaps every loyal-hearted lover plays these little tricks of self-deception on himself.

Every lover except the one whose "object" is indeed perfect.

You know who that is.