"I don't mind the cooking.

That's the least--" "It isn't right, just the same.

I--I don't suppose that's it altogether.
I'm not trying to find out what the trouble is--but I wish you'd remember that I'm ready to do anything in the world that I can.

You won't misunderstand that, I'm sure." "No-o," said Marian slowly.

"But you see, there's nothing that you can do--except, perhaps, make things worse for me." Then, to lighten that statement, she smiled at him.