You keep saying to yourself that I am not what you thought me.
Perhaps you even feel that I have been guilty of a sort of deception.

I don't blame you; it's natural enough.' 'I'll tell you quite honestly what I do think,' she replied, after a short silence.

'You are much weaker than I imagined.

Difficulties crush you, instead of rousing you to struggle.' 'True.

It has always been my fault.' 'But don't you feel it's rather unmanly, this state of things?
You say you love me, and I try to believe it.