I love you, Joe, and I can see you still love me.

We need each other.

And if we can just be sensible now--and you can only believe in me--" "God knows I want to, Ethel!" His tone was low, but so sharp and tense that she drew suddenly closer.

He turned from her and sank into a chair, with his hands for a moment pressed to his eyes.

"I'm sick of this--I'm not myself.