"Yes. How many hours of work have we?"
"Bless you, I'll do it all."
"No, you won't. You always muddle up my things. And I want to stay."
"I don't call that sufficient reason. Have some muffin. I shall begin to think you yearn overmuch for my society."
She leaned forward as she laughed, and touched his sleeve.
"Jack, do you know what a dear you are?"
"Certainly. This is my favourite coat, Theresa. Are your fingers buttery by any chance?" He took them in his and gave them a friendly squeeze. "Well, I think we've always dealt honestly by each other. And now I'm going to catechize you. What time do you go to bed?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Do you sleep?"
"Why else should I go to bed?"