'Do you understand how much I am in need of comfort ?' 'You can do very well without comfort from me.' 'No, indeed.

I shall live, no doubt; but I shall not do very well.

As it is, I am not doing at all well.

I am becoming sour and moody, and ill at ease with my friends.

I would have you believe me, at any rate, when I say I love you.' 'I suppose you mean something.' 'I mean a great deal, dear.