‘You really are converted then?’
‘Rather. Two lumps, if I remember right. You ought to do this, not I. No milk, and very strong—how you keep your complexion I can’t imagine. But you do keep it; my word, you do! Now please don’t look so crossly at me.’
Her flushed cheeks and resentful eyes had drawn forth the remonstrance.
‘You are changed,’ she said, with surprise as well as anger in her voice.
‘Why, of course I am. I am married.’
‘For that matter Charlie Scott is married.’
‘Don’t give Charlie Scott away.’
‘I think I give myself away. So you have lost all your love for me. I thought it was to last for ever.’
‘Now, do be sensible, Violet.’
‘Sensible! How I loathe that word! A man only uses it when he is going to do something cold-blooded and mean. It is always the beginning of the end.’