"That's the funny devil of it.

I haven't.

If I was struck a helpless paralytic with not a cent and no prospect of earning a cent, I know I could come to those two and say, 'Keep me for the rest of my life'-- and they would do it" "And would you do the same for either of them ?" Jaffery rose and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and towered over her.
"I'd do it for them and their wives and their children and their children's children." He sat down again in confusion at having been led into hyperbole.

But he took her shoulders in his huge but kindly hands, somewhat to her alarm--for, in her world, she was not accustomed to gigantic males laying unceremonious hold of her-- "All I wanted to convey to you, my dear girl, is this--that if Adrian's wife won't look on me as a true friend, I'm ready to go away and cut my throat" Doria smiled at him with pretty civility and assured him of her willingness to admit him into her inner circle of friends; whereupon he caught up his pouch and pipe and lumbered down the terrace towards us, shouting out his news.
"I've fixed it up with Doria"-- he turned his head--"I can call you Doria, can't I ?" She nodded permission--what else could she do?
"We're going to be friends.

And I say, Barbara, they'll want a wedding-present.
What shall I give 'em?
What would you like ?" The latter question was levelled direct at Doria, who had followed demurely in his footsteps.