Harold MacGrath

“ Forbes. No man could do a kinder thing than you have done. Why, you don't even know me! But you'll not regret it.”
“No? How do you know I shan't regret it?”—lightly. “When I've watched you day by day as you went past my studio, and wondered how I should meet you, wondered if the day would ever come when I'd say the same words Crawford said five years ago!”
“Don't laugh, Mr. Forbes.”
“Laugh? The Lord knows I'm serious enough. But here we are. Get yourself in hand. ”

“ Forbes took off his hat and wiped his forehead.
“Oh, I know my heart now!”
“Will you be quiet, Miss Mearson? The chauffeur keeps turning round, and he'll run into something; then we'll never get there.”
“Forgive me!”
From time to time the light from a street-lamp touched her hair, and the glory of it filled him with envy and sadness and he knew not what else. No woman like this one would ever run out into the night after him. It was always the quiet chap like Crawford who awakened and held such a woman. He knew something about the species; they were all more or less mad ”

“ Forbes looked out of his side of the cab, lonely, very much depressed, hating his flirtations, his triflings, and wondering if there would ever be a woman for him. Of course there were lots of girls.... How the deuce would he ever get her back to the Dryden in case Crawford was obdurate? Here it was again: these quiet chaps who never say anything and who never give in. ”