“Your going away—that is what has happened to me.”
“Do you mean to say that you have missed me?” he asked.
“If I had meant to say it, it would not be worth your making a note of. I am very dishonest and my compliments are worthless.”
Acton was silent for some moments. “You have broken down,” he said at last.
Madame Münster left her chair, and began to move about.
“Only for a moment. I shall pull myself together again.”
“You had better not take it too hard. If you are bored, you needn’t be afraid to say so—to me at least.”
“You shouldn’t say such things as that,” the Baroness answered. “You should encourage me.”
“I admire your patience; that is encouraging.”
“You shouldn’t even say that. When you talk of my patience you are disloyal to your own people. Patience implies suffering; and what have I had to suffer?”