Upon that modest provision of wheat I must make shift to subsist with the best grace I may.

No, don't cry, my darling.

It is useless.

Tears never yet altered facts.

You will only do yourself harm, and put a crown to my self-reproach." He sat down on the side of the bed, taking her hand, holding and coaxing it.
"Only let there be no doubt or suspicion on your part, my dear," he went on.