“He only stayed a moment, and wouldn’t even have tea. I sent him home to change his clothes.... He was frightfully boring.”
“You poor darling, your hair’s coming down. I’ll fix it, stand still a moment... so you were bored?”
“Um-m—frightfully.... Oh, you’ve run a hairpin right into your wife’s head—you naughty boy!”
She flung her arms round his neck and looked up at him, half laughing, like a beautiful, loving child.
“God! What a woman you are,” said the man. “You make me so infernally proud—dearest, that I... I tell you!”