"Don't mind me."
"It's silly of me; but letters from England always make me cry."
"Nora! Then you aren't happy here."
"Then why haven't you written to me but once since you were married?"
"I hadn't anything to say. And then," carrying the war into the enemy's quarter, "I'd been practically turned out of your house."
"I don't know what to make of you. Frank Taylor's kind to you and all that sort of thing, isn't he?"
"Very. But don't cross-examine me, there's a dear."
"When I asked you to come and make your home with me, I thought it mightn't be long before you married. But I didn't expect you to marry one of the hired men."
"Oh, my dear, please don't worry about me." Nora was about at the end of her endurance.