"Perhaps it wasn't just that. I don't know—but he got so angry and said he couldn't afford it, and I said, 'P—p—perhaps on the instalment p—p—plan?' and he said he was sick of instalments and when was his money ever going to be his own again? And I can't help it, Julia, can I? I haven't money of my own. And then I got angry and said things; and he said I ought to be ashamed of myself."
"But aren't you going to have the pram?"
"I don't know. I don't expect so. He went out without saying."
"That's like a man. Go out and slam the door if you don't want to give an answer!"
"Julia, I—I'm afraid I hurt his feelings. I made him say, 'My God!'"
"That's nothing. They speak of God like a man in the street. That means nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, you poor lamb? I'm as sure as sure."
"Do you think you know much about men, Julia?"
"I know too much, thank you."