“For if she does you will never be able to hold up your head again, everyone knows how you have behaved to her.”
“Oh, stop it,” said he irritably. “I have enough to think about.”
“You ought to.”
Only just those three words, yet they set him off.
“Ought I? Well, what of yourself? She told me last night things about you.”
“About me. What things?”
“Never mind.”
“But I do,” she stopped and he stopped.
“I mind very much. What things did she tell you?”
“Nothing much, only that you worried the life out of her, and that though I was bad you were worse.”