"It even does come over me that if you don't mind--!" "What, my dear woman," said Mitchy encouragingly, "did I EVER mind?
I assure you," he laughed, "I haven't come back to begin!" At this, suddenly dropping everything else, she laid her hand on him.
"Mitchy love, ARE you happy ?" So for a moment they stood confronted.

"Not perhaps as YOU would have tried to make me." "Well, you've still GOT me, you know." "Oh," said Mitchy, "I've got a great deal.

How, if I really look at it, can a man of my peculiar nature--it IS, you know, awfully peculiar--NOT be happy?
Think, if one is driven to it for instance, of the breadth of my sympathies." Mrs.Brook, as a result of thinking, appeared for a little to demur.
"Yes--but one mustn't be too much driven to it.

It's by one's sympathies that one suffers.

If you should do that I couldn't bear it." She clearly evoked for Mitchy a definite image.