"I rather like the way he always said _'love'_ straight out," comments Dolly: "most men are so frightened of it. They say 'am fond of' or 'care for' or something feeble like that. All except the curate with pink eyes. (You remember him? Dora Claverton took him afterwards on the rebound.) He said 'esteem highly' I think." ----"or leave this house altogether. But before doing that I had to decide two things: firstly, whether I was good enough for you, and secondly, if not now, whether I ever should be." Dolly's half-closed eyes opened a trifle wider. This was certainly a methodically-minded young man. "It was difficult to decide the first question in practice," continued Robin. "In theory, of course, any man who is a _man_--honest, clean, and kind--is a fitting mate for any woman. Don't you think so?" "No," said Dolly. "I see," said Robin gently. "The theoretical is mainly the man's point of view: woman looks straight to practical results. She is rather inclined to take the virtues I have mentioned for granted, or do without them; and she founds her opinion of a man almost solely upon his capacity for boring her or stimulating her. In other words, she is guided by her instinct. Isn't she?" "Is she?" said Dolly, determined this time to maintain her attitude of indifference. "I think so," said Robin. "However, knowing how impossible it is for one sex to look at a matter from the point of view of another, I decided to stick to my own methods. So I made a summary of my points, good and bad. They are these: I am strong and healthy; I possess an appetite for hard work; I was born with brains; I have considerable capacity for organisation----" "Some people have a good conceit of themselves!" said Dolly. "_Every_ one should have," replied Robin with conviction. "And," he added, "most of us have. _I_ have--_you_ have!" "Oh!" said Dolly indignantly. "But a man may have a good conceit of himself," Robin continued soothingly, "without being what the world calls conceited. Modesty consists not in taking a low estimate of one's own worth, but in refraining from the expectation that the world will take a high one." Dolly nodded gravely. "I see," she said. "I didn't know you meant that. Yes, there is something in what you say." "I thank you," said Robin. "It is very helpful to me to get this courteous hearing from you; for to tell you the truth," he added rather explosively, "I find it a very, very great effort to speak to you like this at all. You see, I am talking of things that go right to the centre of the human heart--things that a man never speaks of to a man, and only once to a woman. It has to be done, but it is hard, hard!"