“Why do you say that?” she demanded.
Antony lifted his shoulders, the merest suspicion of a shrug.
“I merely state a fact,” he replied.
“I wish you to,” she said quickly.
“Is that a command?” asked Antony.
“If you like to take it so,” she replied.
Antony turned to the dresser. He took down another cup and plate and put them on the table. Then he stood by it, waiting for her to be seated.
“Sugar?” asked the Duchessa. She was making a brave endeavour to steady the trembling of her voice.
“If you please, Madam,” said Antony gravely.
The meal proceeded in dead silence.