Madeline made another remark.
"I suppose the kind of work that is proposed for you would leave you no time for art ?" "Pooh! of course not.

Who was ever Philistine and artist at the same time ?" "Well, it's a bad job.

I wish I could help you.

I wish I had money.
"If you had, _I_ shouldn't benefit by it," was the exasperated reply.
"Will you please to do what you were going to do at first, and tell Barbara I wish to speak to her ?" "Yes, I will." His temper grew worse.

In his weakness he really had thought it likely that Madeline would suggest something hopeful.