"Come, frankly, there is something about me that has repelled you?" She continued seeking the answer herself. "Was it the day we went to the flower-market and I pretended anger? That was but play." Her eyes sought his face, as though she could find its expression despite the darkness. All at once she said, "It was at the guillotine?"
"That's true."
"I knew it; but why? I don't understand," she said almost angrily. "What is there about me that gives such an impression? I am not conscious of it."
"First, answer me this," Barabant said, "and frankly. At an execution you have no feeling of pity or horror, have you?"
"No," she answered thoughtfully. "Why?"
"Because it is too evident."
"How do I seem?" she said quickly.
"You seem utterly indifferent to any human suffering."
"That is true," she said slowly.