I'd like to know how you think you could set down to the table with her, smelling of leather the way you used to." "There might be worse smells." "That's just because you are used to it." "That's just it," cried Henry, pathetically.

"Can't you get it through your head, Sylvia?
It is because I'm used to it.

Can't you see it's kind of dangerous to turn a man out of his tracks after he's been in them so long ?" "There ain't any need for you to work in the shop.

We've got plenty of money without," said Sylvia, settling back immovably in her chair, and Henry gave it up.
Sylvia considered that she had won the victory.

She began sewing again.