It seemed to me that you smoothed his hair when he’d rather it was rough, and roughed it when he’d rather it was smooth. [Demurely.] I think that expresses what I mean. I have a beastly sly way of noticing everything, and I began to feel sorry for Mr. Parbury. And being quite as egotistical as most girls, I began to think I should have made him a better wife than you.
Mrs. Parbury.
Oh.
[Rises.
Miss Woodward.
Perhaps in the remotest corner of my heart I think so still.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Indignant.] Well?
Miss Woodward.