“Do tell me!” she implored. “It’s so seldom you find anything funny. Please share it with me, Robert!”
“I’m thinking you might not like it,” he said, with a chuckle.
“Oh, but I shall, Robert! Tell me!”
He burst into a shout of laughter, so that his lean face was creased with long lines.
“What will you say, Gina,” he said, with difficulty, “to Old Dog Tray going courting, and you a woman of thirty-eight?”
She sprang to her feet.
“Robert!” she cried, quite pale with anger.
“It’s the funniest thing—that’s come to my mind—this long time,” he said, almost helpless with laughter. “Think of it!”
“How dare you?” she said. “How dare you insult me like this?”
His jaw dropped.