"Who lives in them?"
"Poor people ... sick people ... whom I attend."
"Addie ... no, no ... no!..."
"Why not?"
"I'm not prepared for it.... You know I can't stand that...."
"You're a healthy woman; your nerves are strong: come with me."
She went with him, not daring to refuse.
"Tilly," he said, gently, as they walked on and approached the cottages, "I will try to have understanding for both of us.... If you are to be happy in yourself ... with me ... happy the two of us ... then...."
"Well?"
"Then you must learn to understand me ... to understand me very deep down, as I am. Then you must try to understand ... all of us; to love us all: my father, my mother.... Tilly, Tilly, can you?..."