"Me? You've spoilt it all. If you can't admire him, what is the use of your admiring me?"
"I see. You don't want me to admire you."
He said it with no emphasis, no emotion, as if he were indifferent as to what she wanted.
"No. I don't think I do."
"You see," he said, "you have a heart."
"Oh, if people would only leave my heart alone!"
"And Tanqueray, I believe, has a devil."
She turned on him.
"Give me George Tanqueray's devil!" She paused, considering him. "Why do you talk about my heart?"