“Yes.”
“And you are Mrs. Wynne?”
“I am under that impression.”
“He must be a long-suffering sort of fellow, or——”
“Or what?”
“I was going to say something that might sound rude.”
“Oh, pray don’t hesitate on my account! I’ve often heard you say rude things; and one speech more or less does not signify.”
“Yes; and it may serve as a slight antidote to the large doses of flattery you are forced to swallow.”
“Come! Or what?”
“I was going to say, he does not care a rap about you. It’s a little way married men have, particularly in these days of emancipated womankind—especially wives. Does he care, Mrs. Wynne?”