"On the degree in which you are bored."
"Ah! Well, there's something in that, Rodney. But tell me truly, how long does it seem to you since we were married?"
"Precisely four months and three days and a half."
"You are nothing if not accurate, dear."
She put up her hand and yawned again.
"Accuracy is something," he returned.
He was holding his cigar in his hand now, and looking down at the red tip with the utmost apparent interest.
After a short silence, Prudence said, "I wish you happened to have a cigarette about you, Rodney."
"I have. Your case is in my pocket."
She held out her hand. "Give me one, then. I didn't know this water-battery was so deadly dull."