"Go a little further in your analysis; say, 'I love you with the right ventricle of my heart, but not the left, and with the left auricle of my heart, but not the right; and, this being the case, my affection for you is not of a duly elevated, intellectual and spiritual nature.' I like you when you get philosophical." She looked quietly at him; he was trying to turn her own weapons against her.
"You are acting foolishly, Lyndall," he said, suddenly changing his manner, and speaking earnestly, "most foolishly.

You are acting like a little child; I am surprised at you.

It is all very well to have ideals and theories; but you know as well as any one can that they must not be carried into the practical world.

I love you.

I do not pretend that it is in any high, superhuman sense; I do not say that I should like you as well if you were ugly and deformed, or that I should continue to prize you whatever your treatment of me might be, or to love you though you were a spirit without any body at all.