CHAPTER XIII.
The Supper-party 'Have you forgiven me ?' he asked anxiously, as soon as they were in the dark shelter of the cab.
'Yes, oh yes.

Please don't let's talk about it any more...

What time do you start tomorrow ?' 'You think I ought to go then ?' 'You say so.' 'But you'd rather I remained here; rather we should go on as we are--wouldn't you ?' 'Well, you know I should never have dreamt of suggesting you should go away.

I like you to be here.' 'At any cost to me?
No, Edith; I can't stand it.

And since I've told you it's harder.