'Oh, you said I wasn't to ring.'
She rang.
While the parlourmaid was bringing in the coffee, Bruce said in a high, condescending voice—
'Have you seen that interesting article in the evening paper, dear, about the Solicitor-General?'
'Which do you mean? "Silk and Stuff"?'
'Yes. Read it—read it and improve your mind. Far better for a woman to occupy her mind with general subjects, and make herself intellectually a companion for her husband—are you listening?—than to be always gossiping and thinking about people and their paltry private affairs. Do you hear?'
'Yes, dear.'
He took his coffee and then said—
'In what direction did you say they were going?'
'Oh, I thought you didn't want me to speak of her again. They were going in the opposite direction.'