“But he couldn’t leave her because he loved her, and because he knew that she loved him and would break her heart if he left her.”
“Must have been a pretty cocksure sort of a fellow,” remarked Mitchell, “but all geniuses are.”
“When he was with her he saw all her obstinacy, unreason, and selfishness; but when he was away he only saw her good points.”
Mitchell: “Pity such men don’t stop away.”
“He thought and thought, and brooded over it till his life was a hell——”
Mitchell: “Jes-so: thanks to the problemaniacs.”
“He thought of killing her and himself, and so taking her with him”
“Where?” asked Mitchell. “He must have loved her a lot.... Good Lord! That shows the awful effects of the sex problem on the mind of a healthy young man like you;” and Mitchell stood up.
“He lay awake by her side at nights thinking and fighting the thing out.”
“And you’ve been lying awake, thinking, with me and ‘the Oracle’ by your side. We’ll have to plant the tommy-hawk, and watch you by turns at night till you get over this.”