He turned.
"I've been waiting for you," he told her with studied indifference. "Where've you been, Jenny?"
She took a step into the room.
"I'm sorry, Ernest. I didn't know you'd be home so early."
"It's late. Where've you been?"
She wondered why she should bother avoiding answering his question.
"Oh—out."
Her tone was vague.
"No," he scoffed. "I wouldn't have guessed it. Really, I wouldn't!"
She loosened the fur from her neck and tossed it onto the center table.