“No,” she said, “there’s not the least danger of Gerald falling in love with Aunt Beatrice, but if you aren’t very careful, someone else will be very soon!”
He laughed uncomfortably.
“Oh, don’t be silly!”
“So you know who I mean, don’t you?”
“You mean me, I suppose.”
“Of course.”
He tried to dismiss the subject with a laugh.
“And that would never do, would it?”
It was not successful. Muriel looked more annoyed than he had ever seen her before. It was absurd of her. She must know that he was only ragging. They had always been so open with one another, so charmingly indiscreet.
“No, it wouldn’t,” she said.