No matter what I may look, I mean." "How do you know that you are commonplace ?" "Of course I know," said Agatha, her eyes wandering uneasily.
"Of course you do not know; you cannot see yourself as others see you.
For instance, you have never thought of yourself as a golden idol." "But that is absurd.

You are quite mistaken about me." "Perhaps so.

I know, however, that your face is not really made of gold and that it has not the same charm for you that it has for others--for me." "I must go," said Agatha, suddenly in haste.
"When shall we meet again ?" "I don't know," she said, with a growing sense of alarm.

"I really must go." "Believe me, your hurry is only imaginary.

Do you fancy that you are behaving in a manner of quite ubdued ardor that affected Agatha strangely.
"But first tell me whether it is new to you or not." "It is not an emotion at all.