You talked about a girl a little, of course--everybody does; but not much.

No, it isn't that." Frank felt relieved.

He wasn't anxious about anything else.
"I'm glad of that.

By the way, may I smoke ?" The doctor produced a leather case of cigarettes and held it out.
"Take one of these," he said.
"Because," continued Frank, "I'm afraid I mustn't talk about my people.
The name I've got now is Gregory, you know." He lit his cigarette, noticing how his fingers still shook, and dropped the match.
"No, it's not about that," said the doctor; "it's not about that." Frank glanced at him, astonished by his manner.
"Well, then-- ?" he began.
"I want to know first," said the doctor slowly, "where you've got all your ideas from.

I've never heard such a jumble in my life.