“How inconsiderate you are!”
“That’s pretty good—after all I’ve borne this winter.”
“You are insufferable!” cried she.
“Then—why suffer me?” said I coolly.
“If you torture me much further, I won’t,” retorted she.
“I think I’ll clear out to-night,” said I.
“With people coming to dinner to-morrow! A big dinner!”
“Yes—to-night,” said I. “I had forgotten to-morrow’s horrors.”
“If I were free!”
“That’s easy.”