"It must be awful," she said slowly.
"Would ye have me laugh, my fair sister?
Would ye have me weep ?" Linda was so accustomed to Jonathan's way of talking that she paid no attention to it.
"I suppose," she said vaguely, "one gets used to it.

One gets used to anything." "Does one?
Hum!" The "Hum" was so deep it seemed to boom from underneath the ground.

"I wonder how it's done," brooded Jonathan; "I've never managed it." Looking at him as he lay there, Linda thought again how attractive he was.

It was strange to think that he was only an ordinary clerk, that Stanley earned twice as much money as he.

What was the matter with Jonathan?
He had no ambition; she supposed that was it.