"Fair?" said I. "It's exquisite. Why, just to look at you's as good as a feast, and—"
"Which reminds me I'm awfully hungry. Oh, no, no, I didn't mean that, Adam, dear, I didn't really."
And my companion leaned against the chimney-piece, laughing helplessly.
"That's torn it," said I, laughing too.
"And now," said Eve, recovering, "take off your coat. You must be so tired."
I drew my pumps out of the great pockets, and threw the coat off me and across the back of a chair. Then I kicked off my great high rubber boots, stepped into my pumps, and looked ruefully at my dress trousers.
"They're only a little creased," said the girl.
"You must forgive them," said I.
"Jill wouldn't have minded, would she?"
"Jill wouldn't have mattered."