After a long while she said:
“I didn’t know I’d made you angry.”
“Angry? My dear child!”
“What is it, then?”
“This damned world. This morning I took three happy children to the country, and all day long I’ve been at the beck and call of men and women who have lost the power and the will to be happy.”
“I don’t know how you know. And you’re not very good at it yourself to-night, are you?”
“How do I know? Ask Kilner.”
“That beast, Kilner.”
“He’s my friend.”
“He’s no friend of mine.”