You: Angry! I don’t think that you could ever be angry.
She: Oh, yes, you don’t know me at all. I have a dreadful temper.
You: Well, it doesn’t somehow fit in with my idea of you, you see. No, I must disagree with you. You haven’t a temper. It’s impossible for you to have a really earthly emotion.
She (somewhat irritated): Why, how can you say such a thing?
You: You’re a strangely aloof child, you know.
She (after a pleased little silence): That’s not nice of you.
You: Why not? It’s so nice of you, you know.
She: Oh, do you really think so? I’m sure I don’t try to be. No.... (with a charming smile)—you’re quite wrong. It’s the rest of them that are different. I’m really very normal.
You: Normal? Oh, my dear! And yet, after all, it’s not very funny. Perhaps it’s a tragedy.
She: What is?