What's the good of tiring you?
It was stupid of me to have come.

I'm going--" "No," she answered briskly enough.

"Stay! Perhaps I shall be able to give you some good advice.

Only don't make me talk too much; the medical man's forbidden it." He had ended by rising, and he was now walking up and down the room.
Then she questioned him: "Now what are you going to do?
"I'm going to box the man's ears--by heavens, yes!" She pursed up her lips disapprovingly.
"That's not very wise.

And about your wife ?" "I shall go to law; I've proofs." "Not at all wise, my dear boy.