"Yes, but there was something. He said there was. He was afraid you'd misunderstand it. He said he was bending over her when you came in."
"Well, he was bending a bit."
"What was she doing?"
"She was laughing."
"In hysterics?"
She saw it all.
"I suppose you might call it hysterics. They weren't nice hysterics, though. She isn't a nice woman."
"No. But he was making love to her, and she was laughing at him. She was nice enough for that."
"If that's nice."
"Why, what else could the poor woman do if she's honest?"