“That’s all right.”
He applied himself with energy to the toast. Lady Holme recognised, with a chagrin which she concealed, that Lord Holme was not going to allow himself to be “managed” into any revelation. She recognised it so thoroughly that she left the subject at once.
“We’d better forgive and forget,” she said. “After all, we are married and I suppose we must stick together.”
There was a clever note of regret in her voice.
“Are you sorry?” Lord Holme said, with a manner that suggested a readiness to be surly.
“For what?”
“That we’re married?”
She sat calmly considering.
“Am I? Well, I must think. It’s so difficult to be sure. I must compare you with other men—”
“If it comes to that, I might do a bit of comparin’ too.”