He knew when to be silent.
"Well," he spoke finally, rising, "I guess I'll have to get back to the office." He smiled a little and put his hand on Roger's weary shoulder.
"We're glad it's over--eh ?" he asked.
"Bruce," said Roger heavily, "you've got a girl of your own growing up.
Don't let her grow to feel you're old.

Live on with her.

She'll need you." His massive blunt face darkened.

"The world's so damnably new," he muttered, "so choked up with fool ideas." Bruce still smiled affectionately.
"Go up and see Edith," he said, "and forget 'em.

She never lets one into the flat.