Now you have got two chapters--' 'No; that won't do.

I must think of a better subject.' Amy made a gesture of impatience.
'There you are! What does the subject matter?
Get this book finished and sold, and then do something better next time.' 'Give me to-night, just to think.

Perhaps one of the old stories I have thrown aside will come back in a clearer light.

I'll go out for an hour; you don't mind being left alone ?' 'You mustn't think of such trifles as that.' 'But nothing that concerns you in the slightest way is a trifle to me--nothing! I can't bear that you should forget that.

Have patience with me, darling, a little longer.' He knelt by her, and looked up into her face.
'Say only one or two kind words--like you used to!' She passed her hand lightly over his hair, and murmured something with a faint smile.
Then Reardon took his hat and stick and descended the eight flights of stone steps, and walked in the darkness round the outer circle of Regent's Park, racking his fagged brain in a hopeless search for characters, situations, motives..