But you liked it surely yourself.

I protest, that I had easy work with you.

I had only at last--when I thought it was time--to speak for you." "All that is quite true.

But you're leaving me, all the same, you're leaving me--you're washing your hands of me," he went on.

"However, that won't be easy; I won't BE left." And he had turned his eyes about again, taking in the pretty room that she had just described as her final refuge, the place of peace for a world-worn couple, to which she had lately retired with "Bob." "I shall keep this spot in sight.