"She is not vapid; she is not shallow," said Martin. "I shall like to watch, and mark how she will work her way without help. If the storm were not of snow, but of fire--such as came refreshingly down on the cities of the plain--she would go through it to procure five minutes' speech of that Moore. Now, I consider I have had a pleasant morning. The disappointments got time on; the fears and fits of anger only made that short discourse pleasanter, when it came at last. She expected to coax me at once. She'll not manage that in one effort. She shall come again, again, and yet again. It would please me to put her in a passion--to make her cry. I want to discover how far she will go--what she will do and dare--to get her will. 
"She is not vapid; she is not shallow," said Martin. "I shall like to see how she will work her way without help. I have had a pleasant morning. She expected to coax me at once, but she'll not manage it. She shall come again, and yet again. It would please me to put her in a passion - to make her cry. I want to discover how far she will go - what she will dare to get her will. 