“Now I sha’n’t.”
“All right, stay then.”
“I’ve a rehearsal at ten o’clock tomorrow morning,” she remarked.
“What’s that to me?”
“I ought to go home and get some sleep.”
“Then you probably won’t.”
“No. I probably won’t.... There’s the waiter bringing our food.”
“It can wait,” he said.
“You’re in no hurry to get home, I take it?”
“No.”