"You could never have fallen in love with me--or my name--unless you'd thought so.... Could you?"
"I've never asked myself. But I could fall in love with everything else about you, too, because I've gone and done it."
"I wonder ... Anyhow none of the other things matter much, do they? I can't imagine your falling in love with a hideosity, no matter how worth loving she might be."
"Under the circumstances, why bother to try?"
"It's no bother, and it's intensely interesting...."
Canning advanced a step. Carlisle's gaze moved a little and encountered his in the glass. In his eyes lay his whole opinion of one half the human world....
"Don't look at me in that proprietary way...."
Canning laughed softly. He was fully prepared for coquetry.
"Proprietary! It's the last way, my dear, I should venture to look at you."
She had allowed him to linger, certainly with no blindness as to what he desired to say to her. She had stood there with no ignorance that the moment was favorable. But now something seemed to have gone amiss, and she turned suddenly, frustrating whatever loverly intention he may have had.