"I'd think you'd enjoy a lot of it."
"Because my husband has been gone for five years?"
"Oh, now Janet—"
"That's what you meant, isn't it?"
"No. You've got me wrong."
"Tim, stop it. You're spoiling a fine evening. You should have gone before it started to spoil. Now please put your smile on again and leave cheerfully. There's always Saturday—if you still want it."
"I'll call you," he said.
The door opened once more and then closed. James took a deep breath, and then stole away quietly to his own room.
By some instinct he knew that this was no time to intercept Mrs. Bagley with a lot of fool questions.