He started slightly, and a fresh cloud overspread his face.
“Much pleasure to you,” he said, almost savagely.
She looked up quickly, surprised at his tone, but her answer was spoken pleasantly enough.
“Thank you; and the same to you—all summer long.”
In response he shrugged his shoulders so fiercely as to force her to notice the movement.
“Why do you shrug your shoulders like that?” she demanded.
“I am amused.”
“You don’t look amused.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I am amused to see that all women are the same; I have that thought just now.”