"I say, don't try sarcasm. Sarcasm in a woman jars, somehow."
"I wasn't sarcastic, really." Her tone was of raillery and somehow he didn't like that she should speak so lightly.
"Besides," he said, with an inconsequent effort, "as to the queer things men do, men are natural animals all the world over."
"And you don't suppose we forget it?"
She had a pretty laugh; but what made for laughter in her question?
"Men are men," he stated, rather at a loss, "and women are women."
She laughed more.
"It's been said before" she replied.
Osborn was relieved to find the maid at his elbow with a sweet.
"Alexandra cream, sir?" she was asking confidentially.