“Oh! But if I'm to keep it up?”
“Who said you were to keep it up?”
“You, darling.”
“I? I said it had nothing to do with you.”
“Just what I think, you know; so that's all right.”
She was too sharp for him; fine, as Annette sometimes called her. Nothing for it but to distract her attention.
“There's a bit of rosaline point in here,” he said, stopping before a shop, “that I thought you might like.”
When he had paid for it and they had resumed their progress, Fleur said:
“Don't you think that boy's mother is the most beautiful woman of her age you've ever seen?”
Soames shivered. Uncanny, the way she stuck to it!