She was puzzled, incredulous.
Then, with their glances locked, she laughed, jeeringly.
"I really don't know how to classify you!" she said, scornfully.

"Am I ugly ?" He smiled grimly.

"Far from it," he answered, frankly.

"I think," he added, his gaze still holding hers, "that mere physical beauty doesn't intrigue my interest.

There must be something back of it." "Character, I suppose," she mocked; "nobility, virtue ?" "I think you have said it," he smiled.