With an effort she turned and looked at him.

His face appeared even more tense and grey than it had two days before; the nerves seemed quivering under the skin.
And she felt a pang of pity.

"He wasn't to blame for the way he acted, it was his wretched nerves," she thought.

"He'll have a break-down after this." "Well, Ethel!" "Oh, Joe, I'm so glad you're here." All at once she felt herself change.
She had meant to be so firm with him; but now, after one quick anxious look, in a low eager voice she said, "I'm not going to talk much of myself.

It won't do any good--I'm sure it won't.