If you could see your way to helping me--" "I dare not help you any more that way." "Not this once ?" "Not this once." There was a dead silence, broken at last by the doctor with a violent gesture toward the telephone.

"Talk to the girl! Why don't you talk to the girl! If she's worth a hill o' beans she'll help you to hang on.
What's she for, if she isn't for such moments?
Tell her you need her voice; tell her you need her faith in you.

Damn central! Talk out in church! Don't make a goddess of a woman.

The men who want to marry her, and can't, will do that! The nincompoop can always be counted on to deify the commonplace.

And she is commonplace.