"For goodness' sake, talk sense."
"You came here, three days ago, in a trance, and announced that you had been bounced from the boarding-house, and that you needed paper to blot up the big ideas—the Niagara ideas——"
"Did I?"
"So I took you in, redeemed your clothes for you——"
"It was you who planted me upstairs in that heavenly quiet place, and brought black coffee?"
She nodded.
"God bless you for it."
"I did something else, too."
"Did you? What?"
"I married you."