"Better?"
"Had an awful night. Couldn't sleep a wink. I won't get up just yet. Order me tea instead of coffee. We'll go out after lunch, not before."
"Do you think you ought to go out, dearest?"
"Of course I ought to go out," he snapped peevishly.
"It's raining."
"Oh, well, if it's raining I dare say I shan't want to go out." He placed his hand nervously on his right breast.
"Does it hurt you?"
"Not at all. Can't I touch myself?"
She kissed him again. Then he gazed at her with love, as she moved over him to ring the bell.
"You all right?"