“She might pretend to—just to quiet your suspicions.”
“Curse you for a comfortless friend!” He went off again, and again wheeled and flung back. “Zounds, man, can’t you see what is the case with me?”
“A case of love at first sight, it seems to me.”
“I believe, on my honour, you’re right.”
“You do? So you’ve never looked at your wife till now?”
“Not with these eyes.”
“Well, on my word, I’m sorry for you.”
“Why? Why are you sorry?”
“Late comers to the feast, you know, must be content with bones.”
He laughed provokingly. My lord’s jaw seemed to drop.