You offer me a continued home with you after your marriage--but who am I that I should accept such generosity from you?
I am not getting younger.

Every day robs me of some strength--and my work--such work as I can do--will be of very little use to you.

I may suffer from illness, which will cause you trouble and expense,--death is closer to me than life--and why should I die on your hands?
It can only mean trouble for you if I stay on,--and though I am grateful to you with all my heart--more grateful than I can say"-- and his voice trembled--"I know I ought to be unselfish,--and that the truest and best way to thank you for all you have done for me is to go away and leave you in peace and happiness----" "We should not be happy without you, David!" declared Mary.

"Can't you, won't you understand that we are both fond of you ?" "Fond of me!" And he smiled.

"Fond of a useless old wreck who can scarcely earn a day's wage!" "That's rather wide of the mark, David!" said Reay.