"Why do you insist?"
"Because—I think you ought to, you know. Just to make me feel comfortable."
"You seemed very comfortable yesterday."
"I think you're horrid."
"Horrid! Because I won't break my promise?"
"But you've made no promise."
"It's understood. See here. I'll turn my back and walk away. If you come in it's not my fault."
"You needn't bother. I'm not coming." She turned and made as though to go.
"Una," he called. "Please. Come in."
She reappeared miraculously, her vanity appeased by Jerry's downfall, bobbed through the bent irons, and rose smiling decorously as Eve must have smiled when she watched Adam first bite the apple.