The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 11 Page 13

“But I admire you,” I said.

“You’re different,” she replied. “You don’t belong to my world. That’s what pleases me in you. You haven’t got that silly air of always being ready to lay down your life for me. You didn’t come in this morning with a bunch of expensive orchids, and beg that I should deign to accept them.” She pointed to various bouquets in the room. “You just came in and shook hands, and asked me how I was.”

“I never thought of bringing any flowers,” I said awkwardly.

“Just so. That’s the point. That’s what I like. If there is one thing that I can’t tolerate, and that I have to tolerate, it’s ‘attentions,’ especially from people who copy their deportment from Russian Archdukes.”