“Between them and me. I never heard people talk such nonsense, and yet I’ve been hearing people talk like that all my life, and have never taken it in. Mrs. Wayne, I want you to tell me something frankly—”
“Oh, I’m so terrible when I’m frank,” she said.
“Do I talk like that?”
She looked at him and looked away again.
“Good God! you think I do!”
“No, you don’t talk like that often, but I think you feel that way a good deal.”
“I don’t want to,” he answered. “I’m sixty-four, but I don’t ever want to talk like Wilsey. Won’t you stop me whenever I do?”
Mrs. Wayne sighed.
“It will make you angry.”
“And if it does?”