She's always on her guard with you now.

She never breathes freely with you in the room, poor kid." "What is she afraid of ?" growled Max.
"You know best." Nick glanced up again with sudden keenness.

"Don't harry the child, Wyndham!" he said, a half-whimsical note of pleading in his voice.

"If you know you're going to win through, you can afford to let her have the honours of war.

There's nothing softens a woman more." "I don't mean to harry her." Max turned squarely round upon him.