"Tilly, I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
"About ourselves."
She raised her eyebrows impatiently:
"What for?" she asked. "We have had that sort of talk so often. It leads to nothing. It tires me."
"Yes, you're looking tired ... and ill. You're not happy."
"Oh, never mind my happiness!"
"But what else did we come here for, Tilly, except your happiness?"
"That's true," she said, without interest. "You did it for my sake. It was nice of you."
"But it did no good."