"It would hurt Master Jeff more than anything to have you cry." "No, no! He doesn't really care for me.

I could bear it better if he did," whispered Doris.
"Not care for you, my dearie?
Why, what ever can you be thinking of ?" protested Granny Grimshaw.

"He's eating his very heart out for you, and I verily believe he'd kill himself sooner than make you unhappy." "Ah! You don't understand," sighed Doris.

"He only wants--material things." "Oh, my dear, my dear!" said Granny Grimshaw.

"Did you suppose that the man ever lived who could love a woman without?
We're human, dear, the very best of us, and there's no getting out of it.