"I am not the only woman in the world. Time will show you there are others ten times nicer and lovelier."
"I don't believe it."
"Because you don't wish to," angrily. "In the first place, I am far too small to be lovely."
"You are tall enough for my fancy."
"And my mouth is too large," with growing irritation.
"It is small enough for my taste."
"And sometimes, when the summer is very hot, my skin gets quite freckled," with increasing warmth.
"I adore freckles. I think no woman perfect without them."
"I don't believe you," indignantly; "and at all events I have a horrible temper, and I defy you to say you like that!" triumphantly.
"I do," mournfully. "The hardest part of my unfortunate case is this, that the unkinder you are to me the more I love you."