“Yes.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“Hum!” said Bob. “That makes it a little worse, that is all.”
“I was mad,” she said, “at the way you—you—”
“I think I understand.”
“Why—why don’t you get angry and—”
“And curse you the way they do in plays?” He laughed a little mirthlessly. “What’s the use? It wouldn’t do any good if I dragged you around by the hair.”
“It’s just that attitude of yours,” she said, breathing hard, “that has made me perfectly furious.”
“Who’d you tell?” Bob eyed her contemplatively.