'I should think we were!' he replied, returning her kiss heartily. He had won.
'What are you doing?' she asked him.
'Bittenger and I are just going to have a real round with the gloves. It's part of his cure for my indigestion, you know. He says there's nothing like it. I've only just been able to get gloves. Tinsley brought them up just now. And so we sort of thought we'd like to have a go at once.'
'Why wouldn't you let me into the dining-room?'
'My child, the table was up against the door. And I fancied, perhaps, you wouldn't be exactly charmed, so I—'
'Stephen,' she said, in her most persuasive voice, 'will you do something to please me?'
'What is it?'
'Will you?'
A pause.
'Yes, certainly.'