“You’re doing all the blaming yourself,” he returned.
For a moment she continued to eat her sandwich in silence and to watch his set face. She was quite sure he would remain stubborn in the stand he had taken.
“It was silly enough to buy all those expensive things, but it would be even sillier to throw them away,” she asserted.
“It would at least be too bad,” he confessed. “But I can’t help it, can I? I can’t make you eat, you know.”
There he went again, placing the whole blame on her.
“Hand me that basket,” she ordered.
He handed her the basket, and she brought out the delicacies.
“Next time I shall prepare both lunches,” she declared.
“That will be very nice,” he nodded.