"Hullo?"
"You're sure you won't blurt it out to them when I'm not there?"
He only replied: "I'm sorry you've got such a frightful headache, Marian. You wouldn't have these headaches if you took my advice."
A pause.
"I'm in bed."
"All right. Stay there."
When he had finished his cigarette, he went into the bedroom. Yes, she was veritably in bed.
"You are a pig, Arthur. I wonder how many wives—"
He put his hand over her mouth.
"Stop," he said. "I'm not like you. I don't need to be told what I know already."