Well, I couldn't get much out of Marg.
She used to babble everything.

But what little she told me made up in--in shock for what it lacked in volume." "Tell me," said Lane, as his friend paused.
"Nothing doing." ...

And turning to the sick boy on the bed, he remarked, "Red, you needn't let this--this gab of ours bother you.
This is home talk between a couple of boobs who're burying their illusions in the grave.

You didn't leave a sister or a lot of old schoolgirl sweethearts behind to----" "What the hell do you know about whom I left behind ?" retorted Red, with a swift blaze of strange passion.
"Oh, say, Red--I--I beg your pardon, I was only kidding," responded Blair, in surprise and contrition.

"You never told me a word about yourself." For answer Red Payson rolled over wearily and turned his back.
"Blair, I'll beat it, and let Red go to sleep," said Lane, taking up his hat.