"He doesn't address me at the hotel."
"Where then, for goodness sake? The hotel is the proper place."
"Perhaps I don't care about always doing what is proper," she retorted, lightly. "Besides, do I need your permission to carry on a correspondence with my brother?"
"Not at all; you are putting a wrong construction upon my words."
"Oh, of course. I don't do anything right, do I? Never mind, you may make yourself as unpleasant as you like, but you won't get me to join in a wrangle. Do I pry into your letters? Well, then, don't pry into mine."
"I have no desire to do so. Only, as I suppose this is not the first letter you have received from Maxwell since we have been in Paris——"
She interrupted me with "I have had three letters from him."
"Well, I thought you might have mentioned it—that's all."
"I didn't wish to annoy you."
"Why should it annoy me?"