"Yes, it comes back in the evening and falls asleep over its cigar."
"Well, you've got me now," I responded cheerfully, "there's no doubt of that, you've got me now."
"That's why I'm getting well. How delicious the pines are! and look at the red-bud flowering there over the fence! It may be wicked of me, but, do you know—I've never been really able to regret that you lost your money."
"It is rather wicked, dear, to rejoice in my misery."
"I didn't say I 'rejoiced'—only that I couldn't regret. How can I regret it when the money came so between us?"
"But it didn't, Sally, if you could only understand! I loved you just as much all that time as I do now."
"But how was I to be sure, when you didn't want to be with me?"
"I did want to be with you—only there was always something else that had to be done."
"And the something else came always before me. But my life, you see, was swept bare and clean of everything except you."
"I had to work, Sally, I had to follow my ambition."