"And I swear by that one that I love you better than anything in the world; and by that one I'll be true to you all my life; and by that one I'll cut my tongue out before I'll ever say an unkind word to you again; and by that one I'm going to do everything you say, just as though you were an angel from Heaven, which you are if ever there was one; and by that fat little big toe that I'm going to try to copy the tenderest, gentlest, most exquisite nature that God ever breathed into a human being; and by the whole chubby little white satin foot--"
"Do sit up--it's important."
"I thought it was all settled. We'll start for New York as soon as I am fired--officially."
"Cyril?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I'm so infatuated with you that perhaps I don't see things as they are. It is not a dream, is it, that you really could get on in New York--I mean if you lived down all the ill will against you there? I try to detach myself, and criticize you dispassionately--but you always seem to me so tremendously good."
"I am good--in my own kind of work."
"You've no dread of failure?"
"In handing out the goods--? Not a particle, Phyllis. Why should I? Haven't I done it?"
"In your New York days?"