“Out of your own mouth . . .” he said. “Only tough people do tough things; or, in other words, tough things are only done by tough people.”
There was a moment’s silence.
Then—
“Right-oh,” said Eve. “I’m tough. And just to leave no doubt upon the subject I’m going to drink two and probably three cocktails to-night. If as a result I get tight, it’ll be your privilege to escort me upstairs and apply the usual restoratives. Really,” she added, raising her delicate arms and stretching luxuriously, “it’s a great thought that if I like to exceed I shall be properly cared for. A minute ago I was wondering why I’d married you, but at least a tame missioner has his points. Even if you do choke him off, it’s his job to return good for evil.”
Jeremy turned to the window.
“Are you trying,” he said, “to get a rise?”
“No,” said Eve calmly. “I never attempt to accomplish a fait accompli.”
“Why d’you call me a missioner and talk about choking me off? You know it’s unfair and uncivil.”
“I don’t consider it unfair, and whether it’s civil or not doesn’t concern me.”
“Then it should,” said Broke shortly. “And in future I’ll be glad if it does. I’m not rude to you, and I see no reason why you should be rude to me.”