Bruce lowered his voice almost to a whisper.
'Are you playing the fool with me?'
She nodded amiably in the manner of a person perfectly deaf, but who is pretending to hear.
'Yes, dear; yes, quite right.'
'What do you mean by 'quite right'?' He unfastened his coat and threw it open, glaring at her a little.
'Who—me? I don't know.'
'Who is that letter from, Edith?' he said breezily, in a tone of sudden careless and cheery interest.
'I haven't read it yet, Bruce,' she answered, in the same tone, brightly.
'Oh. Why don't you read it?'
'Oh! I shall presently.'