But it's none of them, unless one of you forces me to it." Then he says: "You DID want to see the children, Jane ?" She nodded.
"Jane," he says, "can't you see I'm the better man ?" The perfessor, he was woke up after all them years of scientifics, and he didn't want to see her go.

"Look at him," he says, pointing to the feller with the brown beard, "he's scared stiff right now." Which I would of been scared myself if I'd a-been ketched that-a-way like Henry was, and the perfessor's voice sounding like you was chopping ice every time he spoke.

I seen the perfessor didn't want to have no blood on the carpet without he had to have it, but I seen he was making up his mind about something, too.

Jane, she says: "YOU a better man?
YOU?
You think you've been a model husband just because you've never beaten me, don't you ?" "No," says the perfessor, "I've been a blamed fool all right.

I've been a worse fool, maybe, than if I HAD beaten you." Then he turns to Henry and he says: "Duels are out of fashion, aren't they?
And a plain killing looks bad in the papers, doesn't it?
Well, you just wait for me." With which he gets up and trots out, and I hearn him running down stairs to his labertory.
Henry, he'd ruther go now.