Shall I help you ?" "No, no; I regret that I came here, Greenacre.

I am not welcome; how could I expect to be?
If I am going to be ill it mustn't be here." "Then let me get a cab and take you to your own place, if your wife is willing." "That would be best.

The truth is I feel terribly queer, Greenacre.
Suppose I--suppose I died here?
Of course, I ought never to have come.
Think of the talk there would be; and that's just what I wanted to spare them, the talk and the disgrace.

It can all be managed by my solicitor.

But I felt that come I must.