Once or twice his belief in her had roused angry compunction, and she had revealed the more unfavorable aspects of her character, but he had refused to see them.
"Then what shall we talk about ?" Bland inquired.
"Anything that doesn't tax one's brain severely.

Yourself, for example." "I'm not sure that's flattering, and it's an indifferent topic; but I won't back out.

As I gave you your choice, I must take the consequences." "Are you always ready to do that ?" There was a tiny hint of seriousness in her voice.
"Well," he said with some dryness, "I generally try." There was something that reminded her of George in his expression.

The man, she thought, would redeem what pledge he gave; he might be guilty of rashness, but he would not slink away when the reckoning came.

Then she became conscious of a half-tender regret.