He's not nearly so unselfish

"I suppose I'm too fastidious. All my life I've wanted somebody Icould look up to, somebody great and big and splendid. Most men areso small.""What d'you mean by splendid?" Hewet asked. "People are--nothing more."Evelyn was puzzled. 　　"We don't care for people because of their qualities,"he tried to explain. "It's just them that we care for,"--he struck a match--"just that," he said, pointing to the flames. 　　"I see what you mean," she said, "but I don't agree. I do know whyI care for people, and I think I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at oncewhat they've got in them. Now I think you must be rather splendid;but not Mr. Hirst."Hewlet shook his head. 　　"He's not nearly so unselfish, or so sympathetic, or so big,or so understanding," Evelyn continued. 　　Hewet sat silent, smoking his cigarette. 　　"I should hate cutting down trees," he remarked. 　　"I'm not trying to flirt with you, though I suppose you think I am!"Evelyn shot out. "I'd never have come to you if I'd thought you'dmerely think odious things of me!" The tears came into her eyes. 　　"Do you never flirt?" he asked. 　　"Of course I don't," she protested. "Haven't I told you? 　　I want friendship; I want to care for some one greater and noblerthan I am, and if they fall in love with me it isn't my fault;I don't want it; I positively hate it."Hewet could see that there was very little use in going on withthe conversation, for it was obvious that Evelyn did not wish to sayanything in particular, but to impress upon him an image of herself,being, for some reason which she would not reveal, unhappy, or insecure. 　　He was very tired, and a pale waiter kept walking ostentatiouslyinto the middle of the room and looking at them meaningly.