It's more even than I should like." "You know that what you ask is impossible," said the young man, taking his adjective for granted in a manner she found irritating.
"Aren't you capable of making a calculated effort ?" she demanded.
"You're strong for everything else; why shouldn't you be strong for that ?" "An effort calculated for what ?" And then as she hung fire, "I'm capable of nothing with regard to you," he went on, "but just of being infernally in love with you.

If one's strong one loves only the more strongly." "There's a good deal in that;" and indeed our young lady felt the force of it--felt it thrown off, into the vast of truth and poetry, as practically a bait to her imagination.

But she promptly came round.
"Think of me or not, as you find most possible; only leave me alone." "Until when ?" "Well, for a year or two." "Which do you mean?
Between one year and two there's all the difference in the world." "Call it two then," said Isabel with a studied effect of eagerness.
"And what shall I gain by that ?" her friend asked with no sign of wincing.
"You'll have obliged me greatly." "And what will be my reward ?" "Do you need a reward for an act of generosity ?" "Yes, when it involves a great sacrifice." "There's no generosity without some sacrifice.

Men don't understand such things.

If you make the sacrifice you'll have all my admiration." "I don't care a cent for your admiration--not one straw, with nothing to show for it.