"You almost seem disappointed that it isn't," I said.
He smiled.
"Do you know where it is?"
"No—o."
"Do you know where your gas-meter is?"
"We haven't one, we use lamps and candles."
"Ah, well, you wouldn't know if you had. Women never know these things." He spoke despondently.
"I am not overwhelmed at our ignorance," I said laughing. "I don't see why we should know. Surely the knowledge of gas and water is a man's business?"
"I do not agree with you at all." He spoke with extreme rapidity. "Women use them as much as men, they should therefore understand something of their working."
"Do you know where the pearl buttons for your flannel shirt are kept?" I asked quietly.