"Smartest thing you ever did."
"I—I'm in a little difficulty right now—a money one. That's why I thought if you—Could you use me in the office? I know stenography and typewriting. I—It would be a godsend, Mr. Visigoth. I dislike having to put it so strongly—but my present difficulty is serious—very."
"What's troubling you?"
"I must have an office position. I want my evenings free and I cannot be situated so that I might have to go on the road at any time."
"Married?"
"Why, I—I thought—assumed that you knew I was married from the beginning. I—We aren't together, though; haven't been—"
"Umph!"
"It's just that I'm temporarily embarrassed."
"That was a pretty rough way you left me in the lurch. Those actions don't get a girl very far in this business."
"It was sickness."