"But I am not weeping!" says she, flushing.
"Yet you well may," quoth I, "for here are you at the world's end and with none but myself for company."
"Why, truly here is good cause for tears!" says she, flashing her eyes at me.
"Aye!" I nodded. "'Tis a pity Fate hath chosen you so ill a companion."
"Indeed and so it is!" says she, and turns her back on me. And so we sat awhile, she with her back to me and I gloomy and despondent hearkening to the howling of the wind.
"You eat no supper!" says I at last.
"Neither do you!"
"I am not hungry!"
"Nor I!"
Myself (speaking after some while, humbly): Have I angered you?