"Then you do not love me! You never loved me!" he panted. "You were toying with me! You were deceiving me! It was a part of your amusement! You knew you had fascinated me and bewitched me, and it gave you pleasure to toy with me! Ah, this hurts more than everything else!"
"I did care for you," she asserted faintly.
"You did care—in a way, perhaps."
"You never told me that you loved me."
"Because you would not give me a chance. I never told you in words, but my eyes told you so a hundred times."
"I've seen others who talked with their eyes and kept silent with their lips."
"And you thought me like them?"
"Well—no. You were different; I acknowledge that."
"But you thought me fit only to flirt with. That was it. You took delight in arousing the fire in my heart that you might see it glowing from my eyes. You're like them all. They love to play with fire. They love to lead a man on and then throw him down. But I didn't think you just like every other girl. I thought you different."
"You have learned that I was different, but in a way you did not suspect."