"How well you follow the metaphor, Frank! So I can't come in. I'll go home. No, don't you come."
"I'll come a bit farther with you. Oh, it's quite dark."
"Well, not arm in arm!"
"But doesn't that look more respectable?"
"You're entirely incurable," she said, with her old pleasure in him all revived.
"It's infernal nonsense," he went on. "Just you stand up for yourself. It's absolute humbug in him. He's debarred himself from taking up any such attitude—just as much as he has from making any public row about it. Hang it, he can't have it both ways, Christine!"
"I've got to live with him, Frank."
"Oh, you said that before."
"And I'm very fond of him."
"What?" He turned to her in a genuine surprise and an obvious vexation.