I'm not a help to anybody." Young Haight looked into the blue flame of the gas-log, almost the only modern innovation throughout the entire house, and was silent for a moment; then he leaned his elbows on his knees and, still looking at the flame, replied: "I don't know about that.

You have been a considerable help to _me_." "To _you_!" exclaimed Turner, surprised.

"A help to _you_?
Why, how do you mean ?" "Well," he answered, still without looking at her, "one always has one's influence, you know." "Ah, lots of influence _I_ have over anybody," retorted Turner, incredulously.
"Yes, you have," he insisted.

"You have plenty of influence over the people that care for you.

You have plenty of influence over me." Turner, very much embarrassed, and not knowing how to answer, bent down to the side of the mantelpiece and turned up the flame of the gas-log a little.