It's unkind of-you.

Don't you think it a melancholy fate to be always admiring the people who detest you ?" "Don't admire them!" she said merrily.
His eyebrows lifted.

"_That_," he said drily, "is disloyal.

I call--I call your ancestor over the mantelpiece"-- he waved his hand towards a blackened portrait in front of him--"to witness, that I am all for admiring Mr.Raeburn, and you discourage it.

Well, but now--_now_"-- he drew his chair eagerly towards hers, the pose of a minute before thrown to the winds--"do let us understand each other a little more before people come.