These are not the days when people are especially affectionate.

Will you give me two hundred a year, and let me live away from you ?" The old man looked down at the floor, and up at the ceiling; then furtively into his granddaughter's face, then away from her.
"It's late now, we'll talk of it to-morrow," he said.
"No, I am not sleepy any longer.

Two hundred a year is worth staying awake for.

Will you give it to me?
You can promise to-night as well as tomorrow." "This is an important thing.

I can't make up my mind all in a minute.
I've got to think." "You can think now.