She looked at Forrest steadily, and he felt himself growing uncomfortable before the contempt of her steady regard.
"I wonder how it is," she said pensively, "that all men are more or less cowards.

You shield yourselves by speaking of an attack of nerves.
It is nothing more nor less than cowardice." "I believe you are right," Forrest assented.

"I'm not the man I was." "You are not," the Princess agreed.

"It is well for you that you have had me to look after you, or you would have gone to pieces altogether.
You talk of giving up cards and retiring to the Continent.

My dear man, what do you propose to live on ?" He did not answer.