"Go on, as now," replied he.
"You despise me, don't you?"
"No."
"But you said you did."
"Dislike and despise are not at all the same."
"You admit that you dislike me," cried she triumphantly. He did not answer.
"You think me a weak, clinging creature, not able to do anything but make pretenses."
No answer.
"Don't you?" she persisted.
"Probably I have about the same opinion of you that you have of yourself."