I have sometimes wondered." "What sort of life does he lead?
Has he many friends I mean ?" "Very few.

I should doubt whether there's anyone he talks with as he does with me.

He'll never get much good out of his money; but if he fell into real poverty--poverty like mine--it would kill him.

I know he looks at me as an astonishing creature, and marvels that I don't buy a good dose of chloral and have done with it." Eve did not join in his laugh.
"I can't bear to hear you speak of your poverty," she said in an undertone.

"You remind me that I am the cause of it." "Good Heavens! As if I should mention it if I were capable of such a thought!" "But it's the fact," she persisted, with something like irritation.
"But for me, you would have gone into the architect's office with enough to live upon comfortably for a time." "That's altogether unlikely," Hilliard declared.