‘Aren’t you sure?’ she laughed, suddenly hurt.

He was looking at her steadfastly, scarcely heeding what she said.

‘Yes, I must believe in you, or else I shouldn’t be here saying this,’ he replied. ‘But that is all the proof I have. I don’t feel any very strong belief at this particular moment.’

She disliked him for this sudden relapse into weariness and faithlessness.

‘But don’t you think me good-looking?’ she persisted, in a mocking voice.

He looked at her, to see if he felt that she was good-looking.

‘I don’t FEEL that you’re good-looking,’ he said.