"You should consider how it hurts me.
You should remember you are my wife." "I do.

That is why I think I can say to you what I can't say to anybody else," says Tita quietly.

"However, never mind; sit down again and let us settle the question about our guests.

Here's a sheet of paper," pushing it into his hands.

"And here's a pencil--an awfully bad one, any way, but if you keep sticking it into your mouth it'll write.