"I wish you'd talk to me," he said, and at once she shut her book with a charming air of willingness.
"Do you know what you've been reading about?" he dared to ask her slyly, for surely she had been conscious of his thoughts of her.
She would not be fluttered. "Yes. Shall I tell you?"
"No," he said.
Her voice was influenced by the quick beating of her heart.
"Do you never read anything?"
"I gave it up long ago."
"Why? What did you do at night before you—"
"Before I married you? I used to smoke and wish it was time to go to bed, and look at the newspaper sometimes."
"That must have been very dull."