"Sit down and talk to me," he suggested.
"I have other and better things to do," she answered.
He whistled the long-drawn note of surprise. His chair was across the door, but he made no attempt to move it.
"Angry?" he asked.
"Will you please move your chair?" she replied.
"Why should I? I am quite comfortable. Just sit down for five minutes and talk about the old people. I have any number of questions to ask you," he said.
"You always have; but I have no time to answer them. Please move your chair."
"Do you always have your own way?" he asked.
"Always—with gentlemen," she answered.