We never quarrelled--except when I stuck to marrying you.

Generally--I always give in.

It doesn't matter.

It answers perfectly.' She spoke with a kind of languid softness which puzzled him.
'But now you can't always give in, dearest! You belong to me!' And his grasp tightened on the hand he held.
'I can give in enough--to keep the peace,' said Nelly slowly.

'And if you weren't here, it wouldn't be natural that I shouldn't live with Bridget.