"There's something I believe I can still do." And he put his hand out for good-bye.
She again made nothing of it; she went on with her insistence.

"That won't help you.

There's nothing to help you." "Well, it may help YOU," he said.
She shook her head.

"There's not a grain of certainty in my future--for the only certainty is that I shall be the loser in the end." She hadn't taken his hand, but she moved with him to the door.

"That's cheerful," he laughed, "for your benefactor!" "What's cheerful for ME," she replied, "is that we might, you and I, have been friends.