But Alice, though she would have said so had she dared, made no answer to this. She sat silent, turning her face away from his gaze, longing that the meeting might be over, and feeling that she had lost her own self-respect.
"Look here, Alice," he said, "I find it very hard to understand you. When I look back over all that has passed between us, and to that other episode in your life, summing it all up with your conduct to me at present, I find myself at a loss to read your character."
"I fear I cannot help you in the reading of it."

Alice sat silent, turning her face away, longing that the meeting might be over, and feeling that she had lost her own self-respect.
"Look here, Alice," he said, "I find it very hard to understand you. When I look back over all that has passed between us, and to that other episode in your life, compared to your conduct to me now, I find myself at a loss."
"I fear I cannot help you."
