"Are you an anarchist?" she asked in a moment.
He laughed.
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Or a gorilla?"
"One of my grandfathers was—once a long while ago."
"Or a misogynist?"
"A what?"
"A grouch. Are you?"
"I don't know. Perhaps I am."
"I don't believe it now. I did at first. You can look very cross when you like."