“Despised as if I were a....”
“Never despised....”
“Not even....”
“Well?”
“Not worthy of your consideration.”
“Consideration, certainly ...” said Leon who was as much disturbed as she was; but she was going through a phase of reaction into the depths of dejection.
“To you,” she went on, “I am not even good to look at. You hate the sight of me; I have lost....”
“No,” said Leon “I swear to you that, since I first met you, I have never seen you so beautiful as you are to-day.”
“And yet,” she cried writhing in her chair, “and yet you do not love me....”