"I was as fresh as paint when I got here yesterday and you know I was. You took it out of me."
"We shan't be able to argue about this every day; I couldn't stand it, Osborn."
"I'm ready to say that I daresay we men are thoughtless sort of brutes; but you didn't marry one of the worst by a long chalk, you know."
A smile twitched her lips, goading him to desperation.
"No," she owned. "There was nothing lurid about you. But, heavens! it was dull!"
He took his hand off her shoulder and went to search for matches and pipe on the mantelpiece. He noticed many little things acutely in his unhappiness; how nicely the silver vases were cleaned, and that the piperack was kept on the righthand side now instead of the left.
"You'll come round."
"If you knew how impossible it seems to me you wouldn't say that."
"I suppose I shall be worrying over this business all day as well as all night?"
"I hope not. I'm lunching with you, at one, at the Royal Red."