His motto might well have been, speak softly and step lightly.
"My dear Mrs.Cowperwood," he argued, seated in her modest West Philadelphia parlor one spring afternoon, "I need not tell you what a remarkable man your husband is, nor how useless it is to combat him.
Admitting all his faults--and we can agree, if you please, that they are many"-- Mrs.Cowperwood stirred with irritation--"still it is not worth while to attempt to hold him to a strict account.

You know"-- and Mr.Steger opened his thin, artistic hands in a deprecatory way--"what sort of a man Mr.Cowperwood is, and whether he can be coerced or not.
He is not an ordinary man, Mrs.Cowperwood.

No man could have gone through what he has and be where he is to-day, and be an average man.
If you take my advice you will let him go his way.

Grant him a divorce.

He is willing, even anxious to make a definite provision for you and your children.