"But I won't listen."
"You don't have to. I am going to read it, though. You liked the verse of the hymn I sang, didn't you?"
"Oh, that was different. It was your voice I liked, but not the sentimental mush of words."
"Well, then, you can listen to my voice now if you want to. But I guess you will listen to the words, too, unless you are different from what I think you are."
"What makes you say that?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Certainly."
Jean gazed into the fire for a few minutes, while the man watched her curiously.
"Go on," he ordered. "Out with it."
"I believe you are trying to be what you are not," the girl bluntly charged. "At first I thought you were a brute, and I was afraid of you. But since I have learned what an educated man you are, and watched you after your outburst about the King and the Loyalists, I have come to the conclusion that you are fighting against your best convictions."