There was a limit to all things, and he had come to it.
"You're coming home," he said.
"Marty, but I can't.

Gilbert Palgrave--" "Gilbert Palgrave be damned.

You're coming home, I tell you, if I have to carry you out." She laughed.

This was a new Marty, a high-handed, fiery Marty--one who must not be encouraged.

"Are you often like this ?" she asked.
"Be careful.