“Yes. Why should we study etiquette, and be punctilious when other people’s life’s happiness is concerned?”
“Well, that’s what I thought, but you jumped upon me.”
“I didn’t, sir. I only said—”
“Enough to make me miserable for days. That’s all.”
“Please forgive me, Percy.”
“Jump on me again, Edie,” he whispered passionately—“ten times, a hundred times as hard, so as to ask forgiveness again like that.”
“If you are so stupid, I will not say another word.”
“Mute as a fish.”
“Can’t you understand how wretched it must make Myra feel to see other people happy?”
“Then you are happy, little one?”