"Enemies!" he exclaimed. "Good God, no!"
"But something has happened, Peter," she insisted. "I cannot tell you how I find you changed."
"Well," he said curtly, "something did happen, you know, when you married Jasper."
"I don't mean that, Peter. I saw you in London after I was engaged, and you had not changed then. It is here—in this place—that you seem so different."
"You must admit the place gets on one's nerves," he said with a shrug.
"You must make allowances, Peter," she rejoined gently. "They are in such trouble."
"Are they?" he retorted.
"Why, you know they are!" And her voice rang with a note of indignant reproach. "How can you ask?"
"I ask because I don't know. You say that they—I suppose you mean Aunt Elza and Maurus and the kids—are in trouble. How should I know what you mean? Since I've been here they have done nothing but shout, dance and make plans for more dancing and shouting, and when I ask you anything you only tell me lies."
"Peter!"