He glanced round.
"Going ?" And he went on writing.
"I've come to say good-by." "Kiss me here," and he touched his cheek: "Thanks, thanks!" "What do you thank me for ?" "For not dilly-dallying and not hanging to a woman's apron strings.

The Service before everything.

Thanks, thanks!" And he went on writing, so that his quill spluttered and squeaked.

"If you have anything to say, say it.

These two things can be done together," he added.
"About my wife...