"No, that isn't a salvation. I must have a platform from which to work. Don't you see that, Claire?"
"I don't understand anything about it."
"Pardon me, I didn't intend to force this upon you."
"That isn't what I mean, Lawrence." Her eyes were moist. "What I meant was that you live above me entirely."
"Nonsense," he said wrathfully. "You talk like a silly girl, Claire."
"Do I? Well, I am perhaps less worth while than you think."
"Oh, I guess not," he returned carelessly.
She covered her face with her hands.
"I know you are worth all that I think you are," he continued. "But I am afraid that just now I am too interested in my own salvation to think of you at all correctly."
"Yes," she observed wearily.