"I think," I said carelessly, wishing to break it to her as gently as possible, "I think I have hay-fever."
"Nonsense," said Beatrice.
That annoyed me. Why shouldn't I have hay-fever if I wanted to?
"If you're going to begrudge me every little thing," I began.
"You haven't even got a cold."
As luck would have it a sneeze chose that moment for its arrival.
"There!" I said triumphantly.
"Why, my dear boy, if you had hay-fever you'd be sneezing all day."
"That was only a sample. There are lots more where that came from."
"Don't be so silly. Fancy starting hay-fever in September."