"I hope you've got ear-ache," she said.
Berry settled himself among the cushions.
"I have," he said, "But back-ache would have been worse."
I sank back in my seat with an injured air. The coach swayed slightly, as it rattled over the points. The train was gathering speed. In the far corner of the compartment the brooch of a gay green hat winked at me over the top of The Daily Glass.
"That's a nice thing," said I.
"What?" said the girl, laying down her paper.
"Oh, nothing. Only the train's run through the station I was going to get out at. That's all."
"How tiresome for you!"
"There are consolations. You would never have opened your small red mouth, but for my exclamation. And I should never have exclaimed, but for—"
"It's very rude to make personal remarks." This severely.