"It is symbolic," he contributed. "Still I don't see that it applies very appositely to your state. You don't bear your cross at all gracefully, and you certainly don't deserve a crown."
"I should like to know who does," she retorted.
"Oh, there are some martyrs left. There's your husband, for instance. You might turn the ring over to him."
"Jack is a saint," replied Nina. "I'm busy wondering all the time how he keeps his temper."
"And he does, then?"
"Always. He's so good to me I hate him."
"There's something wrong with you. You're not normal."
"I know it. My emotions are all reversed. I'd give anything to be like other women; but I can't be."
Kneedrock was smiling incredulously. "You fool yourself, I believe," he said, "just as you fool others. You are an odd creature."
He looked at his watch and sat down on one end of the settee. She was already occupying the other.