"I don't know," said Bunny. "Somehow I don't seem to realize that she actually is married to you."
"She doesn't realize it either," said Jake rather shortly.
"That's because you don't make love to her," said Bunny wisely. "Why, you don't even kiss her, do you?"
"I haven't." Jake's voice was an odd compound of humour and dissatisfaction.
"Why on earth don't you?" said Bunny.
"You'd better ask her," said Jake somewhat grimly.
"Aren't you friends?" There was quick sympathy in the boy's voice. "I know Maud is a bit difficult to get on with. She was very odd even to Charlie this evening when he wanted us to go to the races with him. Why shouldn't we have gone, Jake? She knew I wanted to, and she used to like it herself."
An echo of resentment sounded in the question. Bunny had plainly not wholly buried his grievance.
"I'll take you one day, my son, when you're stronger," Jake promised. "And Maud too--if she's keen. I didn't know she was. She didn't tell me so."
"She doesn't tell you everything, does she?" said Bunny, giving him a squeeze.