We will walk to Hyde Park Corner and you must find me a cab." He rose to his feet at once and they strolled slowly along on the least frequented footpath.
"I hope so much," she went on, "that my husband's connection with the man you dislike will not make any difference.

You must meet him, of course--my husband, I mean.

You will not like him and he will not understand you, but you need not see much of him.

Our ways, unfortunately, have lain apart for some time." "You have your troubles," he said quietly.

"I knew it when you first began to talk to me at Etaples." "I have my troubles," she admitted.