“I must go in, you know,” said Dolly, smiling at Rhadamanthus. “My husband has gone in!”
“I shouldn’t have thought you’d consider that conclusive,” said he, with a touch of satire in his tone.
“Don’t be horrid,” said Dolly, pouting.
There was a pause. Rhadamanthus examined Dolly through his spectacles.
“This is a very painful duty,” said he, at last. “I have sat here for a great many years, and I have seldom had a more painful duty.”
“It’s very absurd of you,” said Dolly.
“I can’t help it, though,” said he.
“Do you really mean that I’m not to go in?”
“I do, indeed,” said Rhadamanthus.
Dolly rose. She leant her arms on the raised ledge which ran along the table, and she leant her chin on her hands.