"In effect, you called me narrow. Didn't you?" asked Grantie calmly.
"Yes."
"Very well then. When you talk about narrowness, you seem unaware that there is no greater narrowness possible than to adopt that cocksure attitude. You think you are competent to judge modes of living about which you are quite ignorant. What do you know about me?"
Dodo surged out of her chair.
"Grantie dear, we don't understand each other one bit," she said, kissing her. "How sad it all is!"
Grantie remained unmoved and calm.
"I understand you perfectly," she said. "Though I am quite aware you don't understand me."
Dodo suddenly ceased to attend, and held up a silencing finger.
"Listen!" she said.
From the open window of a bedroom just above their seat came a sound sonorous and rhythmical. Dodo had not meant to have the war carried into her own country, and she was rather glad of an interruption.