“Perhaps you had better go and look,” she said, frigidly. “I believe there’s a moon.”
“Or I can take a lantern,” he replied. “But do you mean to say you haven’t seen it?”
“I certainly have not!”
“You are generally so kind!” he mumbled, in querulous tones. “Whenever you see it lying about you put it where I can find it—”
“But I haven’t seen it lying about this time,” she said. “You had better ask the servants.”
He stood on the threshold peering into the room.
“You have a nice little bower here,” he remarked, condescendingly. “Is this where you play at housekeeping and settle domestic quarrels?”
She made no answer.
“I see you are on your high horse!” he went on. “A tall and stalking quadruped! Can’t I assist you to alight?”
“I don’t know what you mean!” she said, looking full at him. “Please explain!”