"He must think a deal of 'em."
"He says he doesn't."
"Well—'e's always thinkin' when he isn't writin'."
There was trouble on Rose's face.
"Miss 'Olland—'ow many hours do you sit at it?"
"Oh, it depends."
"'E's sittin' all day sometimes, and 'arf the night. And my fear is," said Rose, "'e'll injure 'is brain."
"It will take a good deal to injure it. It's very tough. He'll leave off when he's tired."
"He hasn't left off for months and months."
Her trouble deepened.