"For your sake?"
"For our sake, yes."
"I said, for your sake."
A smile dimpled through Eva's gravity.
"'Your' is a plural, isn't it?" she asked.
"Then—for thy sake?" said Jeremy. "That's singular, anyhow."
"Oh, for my sake, then, if you think it worth while."
"I don't think anything worth while except pleasing you, Eva. I used to manage it, I think; but somehow it's grown more difficult lately."
He stopped in his walk and faced her. She walked on a pace or two, but he would not follow. Irresolutely she halted.
"More difficult? Pleasing me grown more difficult?"