"'These be news!'" he exclaimed dryly. "Unlike the leopard, you seem to have been changing your spots—the spots on the sun of my happiness—the little freckles on the fair lily of your character."
"I have changed," she said. "You have changed me."
"That's very interesting. Our strongest influence seems really to be our unconscious influence. Fancy my having changed the dear partner of my joys and sorrows to this semblance, and all the while being myself in total ignorance of the change! Well, well! The world wags and we wag with it. So you're determined to put off the old Adam—in other words, Cecil Chesney?"
Sophy looked at him for a moment without answering, then she said simply:
"Why should I want to be with you when you treat me like this? Why should I risk my life for a man who doesn't love me?"
"So I don't love you, eh?"
"No."
"You really think that?"
"Yes."
"Why?"