"Do you want me to go?"
She smiled. "No. Only—they'll say, if I sit up, that that's what tires me."
"And does it? Do I tire you?"
"You never tire me."
"At any rate I don't destroy you; I don't prey on you."
"We all prey on each other. I prey on you."
"You? Oh—Jinny!"
Again there was a movement of his hands, checked, this time, by his own will.
"Five minutes past ten, George. They'll come and carry me out if I don't go."
"Who will?"