"Of course I do," she stammered.
"Then come and sit down and do it."
"I'm tired, dear," she pleaded.
But he was pitiless.
"Come and sit down here," he insisted, pointing to a chair near the table. "There!" he exclaimed.
"But, Robert—" she protested.
He refused to listen.
"There!" he commanded.
Virginia reluctantly retraced her steps and though trembling with mingled indignation and fear, obediently sat down on the chair he indicated. Stafford, as if suddenly seized by an insatiable thirst for champagne, refilled his glass a second time and swallowed the contents. Then taking a seat opposite her, he leaned his head on his two elbows and stared at her. For several moments he said nothing but just stared in a way that made her turn red and white in turn. Suddenly he blurted out:
"You looked great with the whole business on, but this fluffy thing—"