Eve laughed musically.
“You have been most offensive,” she said. “Familiarity breeds contempt, I know. Still, one likes it to be veiled. At least, I do. You might make a note of that. And next time you feel impelled to review my manners . . .”
“Eve, Eve, why do you speak like this?”
“In the hope that you’ll understand. If we’re to continue to live together, I advise you to pull up your socks. Because it amuses me to let you hold the reins——”
Jeremy turned.
“You’re determined to force my hand,” he said quietly. “I beg that in future you will take only one cocktail before a meal.”
Eve raised her eyebrows and sighed.
“Your request is refused,” she said.
“Must I make it an order?”
Mrs. Broke stared.