“I wonder if the Devil is tempting me tonight?” she said.
Then Herbert entered with two whisky bottles.
“I had to hunt all over the place,” he said.
Then he saw that his wife was still in her afternoon frock, and his face flushed with anger.
“What, aren’t you dressed yet?... I think you might show some respect for my wishes, Clare.”
“I am going to dress now,” said Clare, and she rose and went into the bedroom.
“Women are the very devil,” said Herbert, unwrapping the whisky bottles.
While he was busy with this his mother came in, having changed her dress.
“Oh, I am glad you managed to get the whisky,” she said.
“Of course nearly every blessed shop was shut,” said Herbert. “They always are when I run out of everything. It’s this Radical Government, with its beastly Acts.”