Bill squirmed for the twentieth time. The air within the taxi was oppressive; he opened the window on his side with violent hands.
"Well, I apologized," he reminded her. "You might at least say whether you accept it or reject it or what."
"Why, I accept it," she said. "What else is there to do?"
"You might have left off the last part," he grumbled. "You don't have to accept it unless you want to. I'd sooner you didn't."
"But I already have."
"Well, you needn't."
"It's done, if you please."
Bill felt peevish. This was not a fair way of punishing him.
"If you're going to act that way I'll withdraw the apology," he declared.
"It is already accepted, so it is too late to withdraw anything, Mr. Marshall."