"And you eat nothing; and that is also exasperating!"
"I am not hungry."
"And I was so careful with the bacon—see it is fried—beautifully—yes, you are very exasperating, Peter!"
Here, finding I was absent-mindedly stirring my tea round and round again, I gulped it down out of the way, whereupon Charmian took my cup and refilled it; having done which, she set her elbows upon the table, and, propping her chin in her hands, looked at me.
"You climbed out through your window last night, Peter?"
"Yes."
"It must have been a—dreadfully tight squeeze!"
"Yes."
"And why did you go by the window?"
"I did not wish to disturb you."