Trying to affect an attitude of resigned patience and resignation, Laura shrugged her shoulders and resumed her seat on the sofa.
"Well, what is it?" she said.
He looked at her in silence for a moment, as if not quite sure how to begin. Then, quietly, he said:
"You've always been on the square with me, Laura. That's why I've liked you a lot better than the other women——"
She stirred restlessly on her seat, and began to polish her finger-nails. Peevishly, she said:
"Are you going into all that again this morning. I thought we understood each other."
"So did I," he replied bitterly; "but somehow, I think that we don't quite understand each other."
She looked up, as if surprised.
"In what way?"
Looking steadily at her, he went on: