For a moment, Barry stood watching, then returning to Agnes, escorted her toward her cottage.
"Don't you think," he asked, as they walked along, "that you'd better be going back?
This isn't just the place for a woman, Agnes." "Why not ?" "Because--well for one thing, this is a man's life out here, not a woman's.

There's no place for you--nothing to interest you or hold you.

I can't guarantee you any company except that of a cook--or some one like that." "But Mr.Thayer--" and Houston detected a strange tone in the voice--"spoke of a very dear friend of yours, in whom I might be greatly interested." "A friend of mine ?" "Yes--a Miss Robinette.

Fred said that she was quite interested in you." Houston laughed.
"She is--by the inverse ratio.

So much, in fact, that she doesn't care to be anywhere near me.