She turned upon him in sudden, quivering anger. "Max, leave me alone!
How dare you?"
His hand was on her arm. He kept it there. He looked steadily into her eyes.
"I dare because I must," he said. "You have had a tiring day, and you will end it with a racking headache if you are not careful."
"What does it matter?" she flashed back.
He did not answer her. "What are you so angry about?" he said. "Tell me!"
She was silent.
"Olga," he said, "it isn't quite fair of you to treat me like this."
"I shall treat you how I like," she said.
"No, no, you won't!" he said.
His voice was quiet, yet somehow it controlled her. Her wild rebellion began to die down. For a few seconds she stood in palpitating silence. Then, almost under her breath: "Max," she said, "why did you take that other cigarette?"