human
For a conscientious, well-intentioned man, she had once said to her husband,
gpt
Gorham Page can be the most dangerous creature. Any girl receiving such a look as his would believe him deeply smitten. Then he will go on, getting acquainted with her in his way, inquiring into her thoughts and opinions, even probing her hidden feelings, getting at the real woman, as he calls it, and having exchanged theories with her for a while, his mind will go mooning off, perhaps in the test of some new thought she has suggested, while the girl, gradually neglected, is soon as entirely forgotten as last year’s fashions. It amounts to unprincipled flirting, and yet he doesn’t suspect it in the least. He is too modest, really. A queer paradox.