"As if I didn't know it!"
"Know what?"
"That you've been looking out hour by hour, minute by minute, to see if I wasn't showing the white flag."
In his sense of being convicted, he was ready to curse her keenness.
"Do you know, it strikes me you have no inkling of the mother-sense?"
"That's part of my luck," she said, doggedly.
"You don't want to keep to the first compact?"
"Of course I do; I shall keep to it."
"No," he said, quietly.