After what she said to me when we met last, I suppose most men would just let her go her own way.

But--but somehow I can't do that.

The thing is, I can't trust what she says; I don't believe she knows her own mind.

And so long as you tell me that you're not interfering--I mean, that you don't think it right to set her against me--' 'I assure you, nothing of the kind.' There was a brief silence, then Cobb's voice again sounded with blunt emphasis.
'We're neither of us very good-tempered.

We've known each other about a year, and we must have quarrelled about fifty times.' 'Do you think, then,' ventured the hostess, 'that it would ever be possible for you to live peacefully together ?' 'Yes, I do,' was the robust answer.