"And I didn't!" said Woodville. "I wasn't thinking about what you'd like."
"And—shan't you ever think about what I'd like?"
"Oh, I shall think a great deal about what you'd like," said Woodville, "and I shall see that you like it. But that will be different. I don't apologise; you brought it on yourself."
"I'll try to forgive you," said Sylvia. "But now, I really have a headache."
"Take some aspirin," said Woodville.
"How peculiar you are! Then I'm not to come in to-morrow morning?"
"Do as you like; you know what to expect."
"Why, you don't mean to say you would behave like that again?"
"I shall make it a rule," he answered.
"It's unkind of you to say that, because now you know I can't come."