"Sincerity is a rare virtue," she said, with a slight lifting of the angles of her mouth.
"I can endorse that dogma."
"Do you pretend to the same?"
"Possibly."
"You love the poor, conceive their wrongs to be your own?"
Fulviac smiled in his eyes like a man pleased with his own thoughts.
"Have I not said as much?"
"Well?"
"I revere my own image."
"And fame?"