Her trunk arrived; and he ordered her breakfast. Then he said:
“Take off your hat.”
She stood up. She took off her cape. Her cotton blouse was rumpled; and this annoyed her. She removed the pins from her hat before the glass and quite naturally did her hair with his comb, which she saw lying there. And she settled the silk bow around her collar.
He had lit a cigar and was smoking quietly, standing. A waiter came in with the breakfast. She ate a mouthful without speaking and drank a cup of tea.
“Have you breakfasted?” she asked.
“Yes”
They were silent again and she went on eating.
“And shall we have a talk now?” he asked, still standing up, smoking.
“Very well.”
“I won’t speak about your running off as you did,” he said. “My first intention was to give you a regular flaying, for it was a damned silly trick....”