He beat time with his forefinger to the singing upstairs; he asked me about _my_ voice, and whether I sang; he remarked that life would be intolerable to him without Love and Art.

A man in my place would have lost all patience, and would have given up the struggle in disgust.

Being a woman, and having my end in view, my resolution was invincible.

I fairly wore out the Major's resistance, and compelled him to surrender at discretion.

It is only justice to add that, when he did make up his mind to speak to me again of Eustace, he spoke frankly, and spoke to the point.
"I have known your husband," he began, "since the time when he was a boy.