“Nothing, my dear James, that you would care to know,” she said, smouldering anger in her eyes.
“You mean something that I shouldn't know,” he said sternly.
“Are you not forgetting yourself, James?”
“I beg your pardon. I suppose the implication was offensive.”
“It was. You have no right to pry into my affairs, James, and I shall be grateful to you if you will refrain from doing so again.”
He stared at her incredulously.
“Good Lord! Are you trying to tell me what I shall do or say———”
“I am merely reminding you that I am your wife, not your———” She did not deem it necessary to complete the sentence.
“You are content to leave a good deal to my imagination, I see.” He flushed angrily.
She came up to him slowly.