"What is it?
Isn't it time you were telling me what's the matter ?" "Nothing.

Indeed nothing's the matter.

Of course one IS rather affected by such weather as this.

It may make one a little quieter than usual, of course." She sighed, and let the tired muscles of her face rest.

Under the hard lights, indoors, they had served her until they ached, and it was a luxury to feel that in the darkness no grimacings need call upon them.
"Of course, if you won't tell me----" she said.
"I can only assure you there's nothing to tell." "I know what an ugly little house it is," she said.