"Helen, please be kind to me. If you go on as you are doing I'm sure I shall either cry or lose my temper. I'm tired to death after all the work of the concert and I simply can't bear this attitude of yours."
"Well, I can't change my attitude to please you."
"Apparently not."
"Now who's sarcastic? Good heavens, do you think I've nothing to do but suit your mood when you come home tired at one o'clock in the morning—You spend half the night with some other woman and then when you come home, tired out, you expect me to soothe and make a fuss of you!"
"Helen, that's a lie! I walked straight home with Clare. You specially asked me to do that."
"I didn't specially ask you to stay out with her till one o'clock in the morning."
"I didn't stay with her till then. To begin with, it isn't one o'clock even yet.... Remember that the concert was over about eleven. I took Clare straight home and left her long before midnight. It wasn't my fault I lost my way in the fog."
"Nor mine either. But perhaps it was Clare's, eh?"
"Helen, I can't bear you to insinuate like that! Tell me frankly what you suspect, and then I'll answer frankly!"
"You wouldn't answer frankly. And that's why I can't tell you frankly."