"Don't you remember how in those first days of our meeting it was I who was to see you through ?" "Remember?
Tenderly, deeply"-- he always rose to it.

"You're just doing your part in letting me maunder to you thus." "Ah don't speak as if my part were small; since whatever else fails you--" "YOU won't, ever, ever, ever ?"--he thus took her up.

"Oh I beg your pardon; you necessarily, you inevitably WILL.

Your conditions--that's what I mean--won't allow me anything to do for you." "Let alone--I see what you mean--that I'm drearily dreadfully old.

I AM, but there's a service--possible for you to render--that I know, all the same, I shall think of." "And what will it be ?" This, in fine, however, she would never tell him.