“We say, ‘I laughed to myself.’”
He gave another shrug, as if her correction was too petty a matter to rightfully command attention at that crisis.
“This all does seem so foolish,” she said, “the idea of again having an explanation.”
“I do not care for you to explain,” he interrupted.
“Don’t you want to know what I meant?”
“I know quite well what you meant.”
“I meant my maid, she always travels with me.”
He looked his thorough disbelief.
“Very pretty!” he commented.
She glanced at him and wondered why she was not disgusted, but instead her heart swelled with a pity for the unhappiness that overlaid the doubt in his face.