"What do you think ugly in me?"
He would not tell her: he replied cowardly:
"I don't think anything ugly in you."
She thought for a moment, smiled, and said:
"Just a moment, Christli: you say that you do not like lying?"
"I despise it."
"You are right," she said. "I despise it too. I am of a good conscience. I never lie."
He stared at her: she was sincere. Her unconsciousness disarmed him.
"Then," she went on, putting her arms about his neck, "why would you be cross with me if I loved some one else and told you so?"
"Don't tease me."