'When?'
'When I've opened it.'
He took off his other glove, folded it with the first one, made them into a ball, and threw it across the room against the window, while his colour deepened.
'Oh, do you want to have a game? Shall I send for Archie?'
'Edith, why don't you take off your hat?'
'I can't think. Why don't you take off your coat?'
'I haven't time. Show me that letter.'
'What letter?'
'Don't prevaricate with me.' Bruce had now definitely lost his temper. 'I can stand anything except prevarication. Anything in the world, but prevarication, I can endure, with patience. But not that! As if you didn't know perfectly well there's only one letter I want to see.'
'Really?'