"Sit down——"
"No, thanks."
"Grisel, sit down."
"No."
"Grisel, sit down!"
Grisel sat down, and he sat beside her.
"Did you hear what I said a minute ago?" he went on quietly.
"Not being deaf, I did. What they call lunal madness, I suppose." Her voice shook, but her tone was one of awful hauteur.
"Lunar, no such word as lunal. Grisel, I love you."
"Really," she protested, "I must go in."