“Naturally you consider me beneath your notice.”
“You are not a competent critic.”
“No, I am a woman with common-sense.”
Gabriel stared hard at the fire.
“Can I expect you to understand the deeper side of my soul?” he said.
“Well, dear, the domestic side is shallow enough for me to form a fair estimate of the literary.”
The man winced despite himself.
“You are very kind,” he said.
“I only want to protest against your abominable selfishness.”
“Selfishness!”