'Pardon me, I did not.'
'Then did she throw you over?'
'That's nearer the mark.'
'Really, Guy, you have an agreeable way of commending yourself to me. Then am I to understand that she regards you as her cast-off rubbish?'
'We agreed that we had made a mistake. That is the truth of the matter. There was no throwing over on either side.'
'Now, Guy, I know more than you suppose. Do you mean to deny that she resents the idea of your being about to marry me?'
'She congratulated me on the fact last night.'
'Did she, indeed? How very good of her. And pray how did she congratulate you? As if she meant it?'
'I suppose she meant it.'
'You suppose! Do you dare to tell me that you don't know quite well that her congratulations were ironical?'