“Well,” he said, “you lazy thing, why don’t you go to bed?”
“I waited for you,” she said.
“What the deuce did you want to wait for me? You know I come when I get ready,” he said, dropping into a chair.
“Yes, I know you do, and I have no idea of wearing my life out watching for you, night after night.”
“Why don’t you go out yourself, then?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“But you see I do, so there is the difference between you and me.”
“I am ill and I can’t go out and enjoy myself as you do.”
“So am I,” he said, with a sneering laugh.
“At any rate you seem to enjoy yourself, or you would not stay so long.”