Jamie [indifferently and quite as though he felt he must say something]. You are, too; what about?
Hilda. Nothing.
Jamie. [He mutters.]
Hilda. What did you say?
Jamie [doggedly]. I didn't say anything.
Hilda [coming a little closer]. You did, too, and I want to know what it was.
Jamie [impatiently]. I didn't say anything, I tell you!
Hilda [choking up again]. That's right; now be ugly; just as though it were my fault; when you yourself suggested that we sit here.
Jamie. I didn't think it would be for all night!