"No, no, I am no Brunehild; only a modern woman with nerves—the most feminine woman in the world, irresponsible, capricious—please, please remember."
"If you were not yourself I should not love you."
"But it cannot come to anything."
"Cannot? The word is for pigmies."
"But my mother?"
"She is a woman—I will talk to her."
"My father!"
"He is a man, with men one can always get on. They are reasonable. Besides, you tell me he is an author, and I will read his famous books."
She smiled faintly. "But there is myself."
"You are myself—and I never doubt myself."