"Yet you received it with a very queer face."
"I listened seriously enough."
"But the affair had its cheerful aspect also, surely?"
The fair dame made a contemptuous clicking with her tongue.
"Don't you feel any interest, then, in Kvatopil's heroism, wounds, distinction, and promotion?"
"No!" she replied resolutely, almost snapping my sentence in two. Her eyes sparkled like burning naphtha lakes.
"No?" I repeated, in my amazement. "You take no interest in your husband's fate whether it be bad or good? You feel neither hot nor cold on the subject?"
"No!"
("No!" again).
"But you parted in the greatest affection when he went to the wars?"