Then he swept into the bathroom stormily.
After, perhaps, five minutes he reappeared.
“I say,” he said quietly, “it isn’t much good going on like this, is it?”
Katharine shrugged her white shoulders.
“Is it?” repeated her husband.
His wife averted her head.
“The blessed answer,” she said, “is in the blessed negative.”
Giles set his teeth.
“Good. Well, let’s separate. I take it you’ve tried. I know I have. I suppose we oughtn’t to have married.”
“As—as you please,” said Katharine slowly.