"We both know you're the sort of person everybody in the world says nice things about." She lifted her hand to silence him as he laughed at this.

"Oh, of course you are! I think perhaps you're a little flirtatious--most quiet men have that one sly way with 'em--oh, yes, they do! But you happen to be the kind of man everybody loves to praise.

And if you weren't, _I_ shouldn't hear anything terrible about you.

I told you I was unpopular: I don't see anybody at all any more.

The only man except you who's been to see me in a month is that fearful little fat Frank Dowling, and I sent word to HIM I wasn't home.