"Well—for the last half-hour——"
"You see, I find you a little exasperating at times."
"Not always?"
"No. Not by any means always."
"Can I tell when I am? Or when I'm going to be?"
He laughed (not at all abominably). "No. I don't think you can. That's rather what I resent in you."
"I wish I could tell. Then perhaps I might avoid it. You might just give me warning when you think I'm going to be it."
"I did give you warning."
"When?"
"When it began."