I threw away my cigarette impatiently.
Presently she said, not stirring from her pose: "I shall miss you terribly if you go.

A man like you doesn't come into the life of a common woman like me without"-- she hesitated for a word--"without making some impression.

I can't bear to lose you." "I shall be very sorry to give up our pleasant comradeship," said I, "but even if I stay and send the private inquiry agent instead of going myself, I shan't be able to go on seeing you in this way." "Why not ?" "It would be scarcely dignified." "On account of Dale ?" "Precisely." There was another pause, during which I lit another cigarette.

When I looked up I saw great tears rolling down her cheeks.

A weeping woman always makes me nervous.