"And share you?"
"Share me?... With whom?" he roared.
"Not with her, perhaps," she resumed, frightened, "but with ... with...."
"With whom?"
"With them all."
"All whom?"
"Your family ... all of them ... whom you love more than me."
"I don't love them more."
"No, but you feel with them ... and not with me."
"Then feel with me!" he implored, as though to save both her and himself. "Feel, Tilly, that I can't be a fashionable doctor, but that I have a large practice, a number of patients to whom I am of use."