But again he shook his head.
"Nobody can help me," he said.
"George, for my sake--well, then, if not for my sake or your own, then for Nellie's, give me a chance.

You aren't treating her right, George.
You should think of her.

You--" "Stop! Damn you, Ros Paine! what right have you to--" "The right of a friend, her friend and yours.

You're frightening the poor girl to death.

She is beginning to be afraid you don't care for her." "I?
I don't care for HER?
I don't--Oh, my God!" To my utter amazement he began to laugh.