"Is there nothing else I can do?
I hear your wife has seen you.

I hope you have made it up with her ?" "She tried to be kind to me, Frank," he said in a dull voice, "she was kind, I suppose.

She must have suffered; I'm sorry...." One felt he had no sorrow to spare for others.
"Is there nothing I can do ?" I asked.
"Nothing, Frank, only if you could get me books and writing materials, if I could be allowed to use them really! But you won't say anything I have said to you, you promise me you won't ?" "I promise," I replied, "and I shall come back in a short time to see you again.

I think you will be better then....
"Don't dread the coming out; you have friends who will work for you, great allies--" and I told him about Lady Dorothy Nevill at Mrs.Jeune's lunch.
"Isn't she a dear old lady ?" he cried, "charming, brilliant, human creature! She might have stepped out of a page of Thackeray, only Thackeray never wrote a page quite dainty and charming enough.

He came near it in his 'Esmond.' Oh, I remember you don't like the book, but it is beautifully written, Frank, in beautiful simple rhythmic English.