"How fussy of him!"
"But he's right."
"Always?"
"Not a bit of it."
"I'm glad of that. Would it have made much difference to you if you hadn't married him?"
"D'you think I don't care enough for him?"
"Of course I don't."
"Now look, you've made me burn the toast."
"Scrape it. I wanted to know—how much he filled of you."
"I don't know. I never thought about it. I wouldn't have been lovesick, anyway. I had my work to do."