She did not know what to say to him.
"I want to talk first," he replied.

"I want to talk first to some one who is not paid for talking to me.

I have often watched you, and wondered who you were.

Why do you look so sad?
No one is waiting for you to die ?" "Don't talk like that!" she said; and she bent over him and arranged the cushions for him more comfortably.

He looked just like a great lank tired child.
"Are you one of my wife's friends ?" he asked.
"I don't suppose I am," she answered gently; "but I like her, all the same.