You might get tired of me.

We might fight like cat and dog for want of common interests, of something to talk about.

You would never take to drink like so many of the men, but I might--well, I'm glad dinner is ready at last." But she played with her food.

That she was repressing an intense and mounting excitement Ruyler did not doubt, and he also suspected that she wished to broach some particular subject from which she turned in panic.
They were alone after coffee had been served, and he said abruptly: "What is it, Helene?
Do you want money?
I have an idea that Polly Roberts and Aileen Lawton borrow heavily from you, and that they may have cleaned you out completely on the first--" "How dear of you to guess--or rather to get so close.

It's worse than that.