[Comes to her, concealing his impatience.] But I do! I do!
Mrs. Parbury.
Oh no, you don’t! When we were first married you didn’t object to my being in the room when you were working.
Parbury.
I admit I didn’t say so then; I was younger, and had more patience and stronger nerves.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Turning to him with a gleam of anger.] Then you admit you have always objected to my presence in your study?
Parbury.
[Smoothly.] I admit I have always felt that a writing man’s writing hours are sacred hours.
Mrs. Parbury.