Katharine inspired audibly, raising her eyes to heaven.
“When,” she rejoined, “when you start recounting your virtues, I want to break something. Doesn’t it ever occur to you that that’s my job?”
“Frequently,” said Giles. “But you never do it.”
“You never give me a chance.”
With a supreme effort her husband controlled his voice.
“Look here,” he said fiercely. “Do you think it was—er—decent of me to give you that hat, or not?”
“Oh, you can have the beastly hat,” said Katharine.
“Wouldn’t suit me,” said Giles mournfully. “Do you think——”
“I’ll never wear it,” declared his wife. “Never. I—I hate it.”
“Well, let’s take it back. They might allow us eighteen——”