She had ways, which were maidenly and good, of opening up to Peter comfortable little garden plots of existence which, though they lay far this side of the House and the Lovely Lady, had in the monotony of the long climb up the scale of Siegel Brothers, moments of importunate invitation.
"And you came up to the city," Peter went on in the gravelled walk of fact, "just to improve yourself in shorthand so you could get such a situation?
I don't see why you hesitate." Miss Havens could hardly say why herself.
"There were so many ways of bettering one's self in the city.

I've a great many friends here," she hinted.
"Not so many," Peter reminded her, "as you'd have where you were brought up." "You are staying in the city ?" Miss Havens suggested.
"That's different.

I have to." He had already told her about Ellen and also about his mother.
"And are you always going to stay on here like this, working and working and never taking any time for yourself?
Aren't you ever going to ...
marry ?" "I know too much what poverty is like to ask any woman to share it," Peter protested.
"Suppose she should ask you ?" "They don't do that; the right sort." "I don't see why ...

if some girl ...

cared ...