"Then let him be a good boy somewhere else. I'm tired of him."
"I'll see less of him," she answered.
"And—I know it was a very long speech I made just now, but don't you think I'm right?"
"I didn't hear," he answered. "I was listening to your voice."
"Then must I say it all over again? I really want you to take it in, Chetwode," she said pleadingly.
"Say it all over again, and as much more as you like, dear."
"And then will you tell me you haven't heard?"
He threw down the newspaper.
"Very likely. I shall have been looking at your lips."