Anyway, it's too beautiful for me.
And anyway, I couldn't take it--not to-night, anyway.

And anyway--" Her voice had acquired a huskiness in this speech that now left her incoherent, and the light revealed a wetness in her eyes.

She dabbed at them with a handkerchief.

"Of course you can take it to-night," he said in masterful tones, "after all you've done for me." "Now you listen," she began.

"You don't know all I've done for you.
You don't know me at all.