"I've known her exactly a week, and you?"
"Two years. But then I don't observe character, and you do. And yet I have an intuition."
"Then by all means trust your intuition."
"That's it—I daren't. The truth is, I'm afraid of myself—my motives."
"Your motives are not yourself."
"Aren't they? If it wasn't for them I should be certain. I see she's a dear little woman, and I know that I like her."
"Then, for Heaven's sake, go on liking her; it's the best thing you can do."
"Isn't it rather horrid to like a person just because they may be of use to you?"
"Not in the least. You were pleased to say I might be of use to you, and I'm sure I hope you like me."
"Yes, I like you; but I think I like you for yourself. I'm afraid of liking Mrs. Fazakerly from the wrong motive."