“You always say of course—each time.”
“Well, this time I’ve broken my leg over it. I couldn’t do more, could I?”
“No-o-o,” replied Lady Wilmot doubtfully.
“I know the symptoms, as you infer, and I assure you I never had them so strongly before.”
“You used to tell me that.”
“They weren’t to compare. One lives and learns.”
“You looked wretched enough,” said Lady Wilmot, sitting up indignantly. “I’m sure I never saw such a contrast as between you and Peter at the wedding. Every one noticed it.”
“It didn’t last. Look at us now. Peter—Peter is getting—well, let us call it broad I say, hands up! Don’t pitch things at a man that’s down.”
“I wonder your illness hasn’t made you more truthful! What will you say next about Peter?”
“I don’t want to talk of him at all. He doesn’t interest me.”